Album Review: KILL YOURELF Part V – The Fuck Bitche Get Death aga by $uicideboy$
Alright, let’s get into this mess of an album that somehow feels like a chaotic masterpiece. Released back in 2014, KILL YOURELF Part V is one of those projects you either vibe with hard or just don’t get at all. And honestly? That’s kinda the point. $uicideboy$, the New Orleans duo known for blending genres like it ain’t no thing, went full throttle here with their mix of Cloud Rap, Punk, Trap, and even some Rock vibes. Self-released under their own label (because who needs gatekeepers?), this project screams raw energy and zero fucks given.
First up, “Fuck A Hoe.” Yeah, I know, the title alone hits ya like a slap to the face—but stick with me. This track isn’t your typical diss anthem; it’s more like a middle finger to superficial relationships wrapped in grimy production. The beat slaps harder than it has any right to, and when they start spitting bars about fake love and hollow connections, it’s impossible not to nod along while questioning your own life choices. It’s aggressive, unapologetic, and oddly relatable if you’ve ever been burned by someone pretending to care. Plus, the way Ruby da Cherry and $crim deliver their lines makes it feel personal—like they’re calling out everyone who's ever ghosted them on Instagram.
Then there’s “Deep Web,” which might be my favorite cut from the album. If you’re expecting internet conspiracy theories, well…you won’t be disappointed. But what sticks with me most is how dark yet hypnotic the whole thing feels. The bassline rumbles like something out of a horror movie soundtrack, and the lyrics dive headfirst into themes of isolation and existential dread. You can almost picture yourself lurking through sketchy forums late at night, scrolling past things you wish you hadn’t seen. When they drop lines like “I’m lost in cyberspace,” it doesn’t just sound cool—it resonates on a deeper level, especially now in our hyper-connected world where nobody really feels connected anymore.
And okay, sure, Aphrodite {The Aquatic Ape Theory} deserves a shoutout too because it’s weird as hell and somehow works. Like, why does it exist? Who knows. But it adds to the overall chaos of the album in the best possible way.
At the end of the day, KILL YOURELF Part V isn’t perfect—and maybe that’s why it’s so damn memorable. It’s messy, abrasive, and refuses to play by anyone else’s rules. Listening to it feels less like enjoying music and more like surviving a storm. And honestly? Sometimes we need that kind of catharsis. So crank this one loud, preferably alone in your room at 3 AM, and embrace the madness. Just don’t blame me if you wake up feeling slightly unhinged afterward.
Oh, and hey—if aliens ever invade Earth, I’m pretty sure playing this album would scare them off faster than any weapon. Food for thought.
