Now and at the Hour of our Death

Album

Thy Kingdom Come

Label

G59 Records

Genre

Horrorcore

Composer(s)

Scott Arceneaux Jr;Aristos Petrou

Entered Chart

Aug 16, 2025

Peak Date

Aug 16, 2025

Released

June 20, 2025

"Now and at the Hour of Our Death" is a song by American hip hop duo Suicideboys, released on June 20, 2025 as the second single from their fifth studio album Thy Kingdom Come (2025). It features American rapper Bones.

North, north (you did good, $lick)
Northside, northside
Northside, northside (it's a smash)
Northside, northside
North, north
Northside, northside
Northside, northside
Northside, northside
Creep with the tone, I'm breakin' bones
Marble Caddy, ridin' stone
I-I'm fulla chrome
I'm sippin' that poison out the 'foam
Straight out Lacombe
Beatin' 'em like they did me wrong
This shit just fun
I-I'm smokin' on shit that smell like body rot
I'm grippin' that heart stopper, choppin' 'em down like bop, bop, bop
Claimin' they gang, I'm like, "What the fuck? Oh nah-nah-nah"
It's a bird? It's a plane? It's $carecrow (run)
Yeah, homicide painted on my eyes (north)
I come from fiends (north)
Crucify me in the north (northside), nailed to the trees (northside)
Light a cig and go to hell (northside), Keanu Reeves (north, north)
A prophet, my scripts get fulfilled like prophecies, yeah (northside)
Swervin' (northside), matte black Rovers
Fuck bein' sober (northside)
Daddy was a psycho and my momma bipolar (northside, northside)
G-R-E-Y
Fuck, I'm losin' my composure (northside)
Been fiendin' for that bloodshed, what the fuck's the hold up? (northside)
All they talk is "Shoulda, coulda, " me? I'ma air it out (northside)
If it's war with me, I'm killing everything they care about (northside)
If it's war with me, there ain't shit I'm being fair about (northside)
G, the 5, the 9, we pullin' up just to tear it down (northside)
Tear it down
7th, 7th, 7th Ward, ayy
Gripping a jewel, tryna fall asleep
Cruel life usually haunting me
Kick the stool, I'll pick the drool
Come Yuletide, flaunt my gauze and bleed
The cross the key
But the boss in me keeps saucin', lost 'til spring
Rotten, broken, overloaded, loafin', overdosin'
I'll go kick rocks for free
Possibly
Ain't no stoppin' me, I'm poppin' lots of things
Dope head overgrown, I sold my soul and planted Roxy seeds
Waterboard my faith without a trace, I'm proppin' honesty
Broken, chosen, chokin', soakin', hopeless my aroma
I fuck up constantly
Cross country, where I dragged my woes, I did it flawlessly (7th, 7th, 7th Ward, ayy)
Cautiously
'Cause I'm always fighting off that nausea G (7th, 7th, 7th Ward, ayy, chase)
Stake my claim, lawful or unlawfully (7th, 7th, 7th Ward, ayy)
Claim what's mine, now get out that fucking gorgeous Jeep (7th, 7th, 7th Ward, ayy)
I'm coming heavy, like season five Gandolfini (7th Ward), I'm ready (huh, ooh)
Head leaking spaghetti (7th Ward) bolognese, I can be petty (huh, huh)
Hold the Chevy steady (7th Ward), while we whip it 'round the levee
Choppin' blades like a machete (7th Ward)
Don't tempt me, this shit get messy (hmm)
Locked and fuckin' loaded, yeah, this AR ain't no semi (this AR ain't no semi)
Head is never empty, got a thousand thoughts too many (got a thousand thoughts too many)
They used to call us edgy, back when we was pinchin' pennies (back when we was pinchin' pennies)
Nowadays, we got full bellies, stay fighting off all the envy, tear it down
SESH
It's the one that they callin' dead
.38 pressed against my head
Spinnin' and spinnin' 'til I see red
Flea flicker, I'm catchin' lead
Physically, mentally MIA
Wishin' it all was in my head
Shadows, they follow me
Ceiling, it fall on me
Trippin', remembering what you said
I'ma hit the curb, the curb
Watch how I swerve and swerve
These bitches love to run they mouth
They got some nerve, some nerve
See it's that 5-1-7 legend
I'm the one that they call upon
Razor in my palm with a rag full of chloroform
On the day that I die, don't cry for me, ho
Cover me in diamonds, throw my body in the trash
This is a graveyard exclusive
What? What?
I push the 9 milli' lick 'em, I stick 'em, I gotta go
Inside the mind of the sickest, and wickedest on the flow
$uicide, deadboy, FN at your head, boy
Metal detectors goin' off, when we stepped in with lead toys
It go bang, it go boom, now his birthday on a tomb
Family cryin', droppin' dimes, I'm givin' you hoes the blue's
Head down when I'm 'round, rollin', smokin' out the pound
You can run, you can hide, all we ever do is tear that bitch down
Tear it down, tear it down
Tear it down, tear it down
Tear it down, tear it down
Tear it down, tear it down
Tear it down, tear it down
Tear it down, tear it down
Tear it down, tear it down
Tear it down, tear it down
Tear it down, tear it down (fuck the state, fuck the law, motherfuck a leader)
Tear it down, tear it down
Tear it down, tear it down (we 'bout to turn this bitch up, and blow the fuckin' speakers)
Tear it down, tear it down
Tear it down, tear it down
Tear it down, tear it down (fuck your feelings, fuck your ego, motherfuck your pride)
Tear it down, tear it down
Tear it down, tear it down (bitch, it's Grey59 'til we fuckin' die)
Tear it down