Angel Grove Lyrics – $uicideboy$ | from “THY WILL BE DONE”

$uicideboy$ turned Christmas into a requiem remix with THY WILL BE DONE, their surprise 10-track trap sermon dropping December 25 via G*59 Records, and “Angel Grove” slithers in like a Power Rangers fever dream gone feral—NOLA grit meets pixelated escape, where the snake pit’s always one verse from swallowing you whole.

This fourth cut clocks in at a lean 2:34 of pure $B duality: Ruby da Cherry’s guttural drawl over Budd Dwyer’s brooding beats (with nods from justinbirol and KXVI), blending horrorcore snarls with that signature grey-rap haze. It’s trap’s underbelly—abrasive 808s rattling like grave-shift chains, warped samples flickering like old CRT static—diving headfirst into vagabond vices and self-sabotage scrolls. Ruby spits from the 7th Ward trenches, dodging hurricane ghosts and atom-bomb temptations, while Scrim flips the script on toxic tangles and legacy hauntings, that “one foot in the grave” kick echoing their eternal hell-heaven tug-of-war.

Thematically, it’s redemption rerouted: sacrificing for the plot twist, shining through unmeasurable stress, all wrapped in misogynist misfires and Moroccan leather luxuries that feel more curse than crown. No features to dilute the dose; it’s the boys bare-knuckling their demons, a sonic snake hiss that’s evolved from early mixtape mayhem to this polished purgatory.

THY WILL BE DONE lives up to the biblical bite—a compact 29-minute vault raid of NOLA noir, pulling from scrapped ’24 sessions post-New World Depression’s chaos. The tracklist stacks like a loaded clip: openers “Leviticus” and “2009 Reggie Bush” set the street-sermon tone, “BLOODSWEAT” bleeds raw hustle, then “Angel Grove” bridges to sink-or-swim sagas like “Whatever Floats Your Boat Will Definitely Sink My Ship” and closers whispering heavenly rot. It’s their most introspective swing yet, ditching guest-star sprawl for duo-deep dives into family provisions and couch-to-crib climbs, produced in-house with that razor-edge precision. No grand concept drop—just the boys reclaiming the narrative, turning yuletide into a midnight mass for the broken.

Grey gods at 29, $uicideboy$ are cresting their empire arc, off sold-out Transgression Tour legs and that 2024 depression dump that hit Billboard like a brick. Ruby and $crim—still tattooed twin flames from the bayou underground—traded razor flirtations for rooted resilience, therapy threads weaving through the wreckage. This drop? It’s their Christmas covenant, proving the watchlist ain’t a cage when you’re already ghosts in the machine.

Dive into the Angel Grove lyrics below and unpack its raw narrative. Don’t miss other THY WILL BE DONE tracks for more of $uicideboy$’s shadowy trap hymns.