$uicideboy$ tore open the holidays like a fresh grave on THY WILL BE DONE, their 10-track trap exorcism unleashing December 25 via G*59, and BLOODSWEAT is the pulse-pounding cut that leaves you tasting iron—Northside grit meets divine wrath in under four minutes flat.
This third track hits like a switchblade sermon, $crim and Ruby da Cherry (Scott Arceneaux Jr. and Aristos Petrou) trading venomous verses over a beat sampled from Scrim’s own “Guns n’ Roses” off his solo Via Crucis—chopped and haunted, courtesy of producers Budd Dwyer and Dynox.
It’s peak $B horrorcore: booming 808s laced with eerie piano drips, ad-libs splitting North/Side like fractured loyalties, and flows that slither from braggadocio (“Ten million blunts got me faded like I’m Boosie”) to suicidal scripture (“Bury my body in the marsh”). Thematically, it’s a middle finger to copycats and the world’s rot—war chants for the grey flag, addiction’s teardrops, and that itch to die standing, all wrapped in Wild Bill Hickok bravado. No polish here; it’s raw NOLA sludge, the kind that makes you bump it solo at 3 a.m., questioning if the rapture’s just another bender.
THY WILL BE DONE clocks in at a lean 30 minutes, a biblical gut-punch of fate and fallout: kicking off with the fire-and-brimstone “Leviticus,” sliding through street fables like “2009 Reggie Bush” and the absurd “Whatever Floats Your Boat Will Definitely Float Your Goat,” then closing on heavier hauntings. No features dilute the duo’s chemistry—it’s all in-house, echoing their early mixtape mayhem but with sharper edges from years in the shadows. The concept? A twisted prayer for judgment day in the bayou, blending religious fury with hood parables, proving they’ve looped back to reclaim the lore they birthed.
The boys are at their most unhinged peak, fresh off 2024’s New World Depression sprawl and solo detours that had fans fiending. Ruby’s globe-trotting paranoia and $crim’s Fort Wayne flexes show evolution without selling out—still the underground kings who turned suicide ideation into anthems, now headlining festivals while dodging the devil’s DMs. This Christmas drop? It’s their gift to the grey: a reminder that in rap’s overcrowded crypt, they’re the ones still breathing fire.
Dive into the BLOODSWEAT lyrics below and unpack its raw narrative. Don’t miss other THY WILL BE DONE tracks for more of $uicideboy$’s swamp-soaked trap rituals.
| Lead Vocals | $uicideboy$ |
| Songwriter | Scott Arceneaux Jr. & Aristos Petrou |
| Music Producer | Budd Dwyer & Dynox |
| Composer | Aristos Petrou & Scott Arceneaux Jr. |
| Label | G*59 Records |
| Release Date | December 25, 2025 |
| Song Language | English |
| Copyright © | G*59 Records |
| Distributor | The Orchard |
Lyrics of BLOODSWEAT by $uicideboy$
[Intro]
(You Did Good, $lick)
(It’s A Smash)
Sorry, Lonely Boy
[Verse 1: $crim]
Turnt Boy, I’m Booted (North)
Grey, We The Unit (Side)
Chopper In The Pickup Like A Motherf**kin’ Houthi
Christ Runnin’ Through Me (North)
Diamonds On The Uzi (Side)
Ten Million Blunts Got Me Faded Like I’m Boosie (Like I’m Boosie)
Northside, Northside
They Say They Want That War, But No, They Ain’t Ready To Die Like Me (North)
Tryna Copy The Lore, But No, They Could Never Get High Like Me (Side)
Ayy, F**k This World, Tryna Get Rich Enough To Buy A Planet
My Name Up In They Mouth So Much, I’m Startin’ To Think They Faggots
On The Day I Die, Bury My Body In The Marsh
F**k The Fame, Forget My Name, Just Mark Me With A Cross
They Ain’t F**kin’ With The $-u-i-c-i-d-e (North)
Throwin’ Up 2-N-D W-O-R-L-D (Side)
F**k You Mean? Drop The Lo’, If You ’bout It, Lemme See (North)
Wanna Bang It? We Can Bang It Until There’s One That Can Breathe
You See The Difference? (Northside)
I’m Down To Die Where I Stand
(Pu**y, Whatever You Want)
We Can Shoot Or Let It Fly With The Hands
You See The Difference? (Northside)
I’m Down To Die Where I Stand
(Pu**y, Whatever You Want)
Bring Your Gang, You Can Die With Your Mans
Wild Bill Hickok, Chrome On The Wristwatch
Codeine Fallin’ From My Eyes Like A Teardrop (Northside)
Wild Bill Hickok, Gone Off The Gridlock
Walk In, Shh, You Can Hear A F**kin’ Pin Drop
[Chorus: $crim]
I-I-Indiana $licky, Don’t Forget The Fort Wayne (North, Yuh, Side)
Indiana $licky, Don’t Forget The Fort Wayne (North, Yuh, Side)
[Verse 2: Ruby Da Cherry]
Born A F**kin’ Bastard, Emotions Manufactured
All These Artist Tryna Sue Us Like We Founded Napster
Waitin’ For The Rapture, Days Gone By Faster
My Hands Always Holdin’ Threes Up Like A Velociraptor, Uh
7Th Ward, 7Th Ward
Oh, Yeah, My Fashion Sense Retarded, No, I Never Had No Stylist
Stayin’ Out The Public Eye At All Times Like I’m On The Epstein Flight List
Reppin’ Grey So Hard, They All Think That I Might Be Bias
Across The Globe, For Several Years We’ve Spread A F**king Virus
Apologies For All Of The Sodomy
They Just Had A Lotta Shit To Say, I Let ’em Bottom Feed
It Don’t Really Bother Me, Switch Up My Geography
Can’t Spend Too Much Time In Just One Place, I Think It’s Time To Leave (7Th Ward)
Block My Vpn, So They Don’t Know My Whereabouts
I Seen ’em On Their Livestream Tryna Air It Out (7Th Ward)
All This Hate Up In My Heart, I Had To Tear It Out
I Had Wolves Sniffin’ Me, Boy, I Ain’t Scared Of Hounds
I’ma Rep That F**king G-R-E-Y 5 To The 9
Until My Hands Crossed Over My Chest In That Pine Box
Tight Rope Type Walk, Step To Me Type Talk (7Th Ward)
Locked On To My F**kin’ Prey Like A Night Hawk
Once I See The White Flag Wave, Pull Out White Chalk
Don’t Try And Race Me To The Grave, It’s A Light Walk
Mercedes-benz Tombstone, Russian Mob Boost Tone
Too Known, I Don’t Know This Number, I Need A New Phone
Flew Home, Fresh Lawn With A Pile Of Loose Bones
Paranoid Thoughts Creepin’ In, I Think I’m Too Stoned
[Chorus: Ruby Da Cherry]
I-I-I-I’m Oddy Nuff, Baby, Don’t Forget The $now Leopard (7Th Ward)
I-I-I-I’m Oddy Nuff, Baby, Don’t Forget The $now Leopard (7Th Ward)
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