Champion Of Death
Suicideboys Lyrics
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Pull up the with the motherfucking AK boy
Pull up like it's motherfucking game day boy
Shoot 'em with the pistol shoot 'em point blank boy
Chump change boy, now you gotta hate boy
Pull up the with the motherfucking AK boy
Pull up like it's motherfucking game day boy
Shoot 'em with the pistol shoot 'em point blank boy
Brought the poison
You can bet your life on it
Teeth got the ice on it
Wrist still got the slice on me
The walking stigma and Poltergeist
Still feeling stuck every single night
Dont give a fuck if I live or die
Surprised at this point that I have survived
Pull up with a motherfucking AK tucked bitchboy good luck
Yung plague got the blade hit the slay then we spray
With the point forty-four five bitch its grey fifty-nine let the devil goin' ride
Ain't nothing but a pussy if you goin' throw shade
Fuckboy I'm hungry and you looking like steak
Trigger finger itching and you looking like fake
Trash done passed and you looking like waste
Chump change boy, now you gotta hate boy
Pull up the with the motherfucking AK boy
Pull up like it's motherfucking game day boy
Shoot 'em with the pistol shoot 'em point blank boy
Chump change boy, now you gotta hate boy
Pull up the with the motherfucking AK boy
Pull up like it's motherfucking game day boy
Shoot 'em with the pistol shoot 'em point blank boy
Tonight we guaranteeing graves
Tonight's the night we ride
Tomorrow will never come here
Tonight's the night we die
Yesterday I met my death I think it's been a long time
Stuck in limbo with my kin folk, give my life to suicide
Yung plague with the masked face
Bones will never break because I rape the souls of those who chose the wicked road
I'm haunting the afraid
No name on the grave just grey stains
Spray painted slave to the great grey grave
Lend me the help or send me to hell either way I know i'll die
The G, the five the nine, it's suicide
Chump change boy, now you gotta hate boy
Pull up the with the motherfucking AK boy
Pull up like it's motherfucking game day boy
Shoot 'em with the pistol, shoot 'em point blank boy
The lyrics to Suicideboys' song Champion of Death are dark and violent, with a theme of revenge and nihilism running throughout. The first verse describes pulling up to a confrontation with an AK-47 and pistol, ready to take on anyone who crosses them. The chorus repeats the phrase "Chump change boy, now you gotta hate boy", which could be interpreted as a warning to others not to underestimate them. The second verse talks about the singer's suicidal thoughts, but also their willingness to take others down with them. The final lines, "The G, the five, the nine, it's suicide", suggest that the singer is part of a gang or has some kind of affiliation with a group.
One interpretation of these lyrics is that they are an expression of rage and despair against a society that has treated the singer and their group as outcasts. The violence and nihilism could be seen as a way of coping with the pain and frustration of being rejected and marginalized. At the same time, there is a sense of camaraderie and loyalty within the group, with the line "Stuck in limbo with my kin folk, give my life to suicide" indicating a willingness to die for one's comrades.
Line by Line Meaning
Chump change boy, now you gotta hate boy
You're small time now, so people will hate on you
Pull up the with the motherfucking AK boy
I'm coming with an AK prepared for war
Pull up like it's motherfucking game day boy
I'm coming with the same intensity as a game day
Shoot 'em with the pistol shoot 'em point blank boy
I'm going to shoot them with a pistol from up close
Brought the poison
I have complete control of this situation
You can bet your life on it
My words are true, you can trust me
Teeth got the ice on it
My mouth is full of diamonds, I'm wealthy
Wrist still got the slice on me
I still have scars from self-harm, but the pain is now a part of me
The walking stigma and Poltergeist
I am both a social outcast and a ghost, lingering in the minds of others
Still feeling stuck every single night
I am still struggling with my mental health every day and night
Dont give a fuck if I live or die
I am willing to take extreme risks with no concern for my own life
Surprised at this point that I have survived
I've taken so many risks that I'm surprised I'm still alive
Pull up with a motherfucking AK tucked bitchboy good luck
If you see me with my AK, you better run because you're in trouble
Yung plague got the blade hit the slay then we spray
My partner is skilled with a knife and we'll use it before shooting
With the point forty-four five bitch its grey fifty-nine let the devil goin' ride
I'll use a deadly .45 caliber gun with the word 'grey' on it; the devil himself would be scared
Ain't nothing but a pussy if you goin' throw shade
If you talk badly behind my back, you're a coward
Fuckboy I'm hungry and you looking like steak
I'm aggressive and you're an easy target for me to take down
Trigger finger itching and you looking like fake
My finger is itching to shoot and you're looking like a phony
Trash done passed and you looking like waste
You're worthless and belong in the garbage
Tonight we guaranteeing graves
We'll definitely cause deaths tonight
Tonight's the night we die
We're ready to die tonight because we don't care anymore
Yesterday I met my death I think it's been a long time
I've been living with the consequences of my destructive behavior for a long time
Stuck in limbo with my kin folk, give my life to suicide
I'm in a state of transition with my family, and I'm considering suicide as a way out
Yung plague with the masked face
My partner has a mask covering their face for anonymity
Bones will never break because I rape the souls of those who chose the wicked road
I'm so evil that even though my bones may break, my soul will never be harmed because it's already corrupt
I'm haunting the afraid
I'm causing fear and anxiety in those who know me
No name on the grave just grey stains
My life is insignificant and only leaves a grey stain behind when I die
Spray painted slave to the great grey grave
I feel like a slave to something beyond my control, leading me to my death
Lend me the help or send me to hell either way I know i'll die
Whether I get help or not, I'm aware that I'm going to die soon
The G, the five the nine, it's suicide
Referring to the .45 caliber gun with 'G59' on it, I'm aware that using it is a form of suicide
Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Aristos Petros, Scott Arceneaux
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