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

$uicideboy$ pulled a stealth Christmas miracle with THY WILL BE DONE, surprise-dropping the 10-track beast on December 25 via G*59 Records, and Leviticus crashes the gate like a blood-washed reckoning—demons fleeing under Ruby and Scrim’s unyielding gaze.

This opener’s a straight gut-punch of spiritual warfare, blending their signature lo-fi trap haze with gothic sermon vibes that hit heavier than ever. Produced by Budd Dwyer, justinbirol, and KXVI, it’s got those rumbling 808s and warped samples evoking a funeral march through NOLA fog, while Ruby da Cherry and Scrim (Scott Arceneaux Jr. and Aristos Petrou) trade verses like dueling prophets.

Thematically, it’s drenched in Old Testament fire—guilt as a flagrant stain, sins devoured by divine fury, all looping back to Leviticus, the biblical blueprint for holiness and sacrifice. But there’s that sly Easter egg: two days before the drop, during a chill Instagram Live on December 23, the boys chatted holiday plans and teased Red Dead Redemption streams, name-dropping antagonist Leviticus Cornwall like a coded breadcrumb. It’s no accident; it’s their twisted nod to buried foes and fresh starts, fighting legions of inner shadows with swords raised to stormy skies. Fans caught the wink post-release, flooding comments with “Grey prophecy fulfilled” memes.

The album? It’s a compact 10-track exorcism clocking under 30 minutes, kicking off with this banger and weaving through bangers like “2009 Reggie Bush,” the blood-soaked “BLOODSWEAT,” superhero flex “Angel Grove,” and raw confessional “Old Addicts, New Habits.” No rigid gospel arc, but the title—echoing the Lord’s Prayer—threads redemption through the chaos: hypernormal traps in “Frenzy,” sinking ships in “Whatever Floats Your Boat,” closing on the messy grace of “Fuck Ups.” It’s $uicideboy$ leaning harder into their Southern gothic roots, ditching guest spots for duo-driven introspection, all wrapped in animated artwork that glitches like a haunted VHS.

Ruby and Scrim are owning this haunted house they built, fresh off New World Depression’s 2024 chart storm and sold-out arena runs that packed 20K deep with face-tat faithful. At 30-something, they’re evolving from suicide-note anthems to armored crusades—still grey, still 59, but trading some despair for defiant light. This drop? It’s their yuletide middle finger to the void, proving the boys from the bayou preach louder than ever.

Dive into the Leviticus lyrics below and unpack its raw narrative. Don’t miss other THY WILL BE DONE tracks for more of $uicideboy$’s haunted Southern gothic vibes.