Aliens Are Ghosts $uicideboy$ & Travis Barker

Parsed out on this rippity-dippity-rippity-dippity-rippity-dippity triplet flows.
The $UICIDEBOY$ formula is pretty obvious at this point
Whether it'd be because you've heard some of the duo's previous EP's
Or you're familiar with the classic Hip-Hop albums
That the duo pretty much used as inspir

Swerving
7th Ward (7th Ward, 7th Ward)
(Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
7th Ward (Ayy)

7th Ward swerving, white Benz, wheels turning
Rose gold chrome accent on the rims, picture perfect
No destination, let's just wait and see where we end up
Burnin' zones, burnin' up the ozone
Backwood stay tightly tucked
Bitch look at me, she said: yuck, what the fuck?
Ho I'm Oddy Nuff
I don't fuck with lifeforms of the planet
Bitch, you out of luck
I got better shit to do, like sip the lines up in my cup
I ain't sharing, pint stay tucked
Waste my whole life hunting ducks

The flows on this thing generally are pretty tight
It seems almost as if there is a slightly larger focus on hooks with this project,
too
Some of which really pop, like on the track 'Nicotine Patches'
One day I'll forget their name

I be that rotten garbage crawling out the ditch
Stitches for a snitch
Bodies in the fridge, blade scraping
Grey aping, banging on my fucking chest
Feel the static, problematic, be my motherfucking guest
Yung Christ, masked up for a poltergeist
Feel like I'm stuck in a vice
Feel like I been paid my price
My wrists have been sliced
Now they're scarred from the blade that's pressed against my skin
Lifeless and I'm stuck up in this shit
The walking Mortal Sin
Whose lives will never end
Fuck

But simultaneously, there are spots on this album
Where the lyrics can come off a bit too edgy or try-hard, or basic
Maybe even juvenile, especially on the track 'Mr. Nice Guy'