Btch, I'm smoking gas in my chambers like it's the
We're sorry, your lyric could not be completed because
"Ayy, you Lil Darkie, ngga?"
And we want to suppress your opinion, fascistically
Take away the First Amendment!
All hail censorship!
All hail our feelings!
My God is realer than yours, he said what I do is right
That I should fight if heaven pours
I am very, very, sorry
My apologies, for coming off so harshly
Impart me, second chance
So I can dance the way you want me
You Nazi, got me!
Take alot more than that to top me
Soft ain't what I'm made of
You're the one acting like Adolf
Cocky, wit it, you goose-stеppin' wit
You loose lippin', talking 'bout who trippin'
Talking 'bout who to shove under thе bus
And all of the things that we shouldn't
This just in, Lil Darkie is racist
Spreading the message of Satan with faces
Blacker than any of us prolly are
But I'm still offended 'cause I'm a retard
He tryna be hard, we tryna be safe
By making it hard for you to create
Nggas that heard of me fight and debate
I don't deserve not one word of the hate
Mind control all my thoughts are mine to hold
All down in my spinal cord
Btch, this ain't my final form
I got no time for you puppets
Take yo opinion and shove it
I keep my spirit above it
I'm taking criticism if it isn't ignorant
I'm not concerned with fitting in, I hit it different
I'm a cartoon
But nggas doing more pretending than me
Btches act offended, get me banned on IG
You don't gotta be a hater, you don't like me
Why I keep a grin on my face, on my teeth
All these nggas mad, they ain't eating like concentration camps
Cut yourself escaping from, leaving over the nation fence
Most these nggas faking, not working, I'm puttin' them aside
Smoke until there's nothing remaining, I call it genocide
Phoney as nggas plotting, whoa (I call it genocide)
Fruity nggas acting rotten, so (I call it genocide)
On yo sht ngga you not been, hoe (I call it genocide)
I ain't even think of stopping, though (I call it genocide)
Oh? What's this? (Yuh-uh)
Btch, btch, btch, btch, btch, btch
I'ma fck around, and Timmy Turner to the tippy top (tippy top)
I wonder if these nggas really grip these Glocks
Trippin', acid lipping, flaccid dcking
'Til she gimme top, uh-huh
Skipping to the store, I got a red hood on
Salvia, we ripping out a ten-foot bong
There's a btch inside my house, she keep on saying she's in pain
Yeah, she's sitting on my couch with burning needles in her brain
Divinorum in her veins, guess she was on Lexapro
The combo made her go insane
She feel calmer on cocaine (True story)
Don't rap for fame (Too whorey)
Btch whatchu sayin'?
I'm Super Saiyan, you super plain (Root for me)
I take my pay, make the music
Plant a bomb, can't defuse it
I am calm, I am lucid
They betting on that he lose it, never had it to start with
Break you like using guitar pick
Constipated always making that hard sht
Contemplating taking nggas real far, sht
Things happen nggas switch you evolve with
Time moving, rhyme smoothin'
Stay focused you will shine through sin
Street tacos get some dimes Who's in?
Know a ngga threw the lime juice in
I know how to live (I know how to live)
I know how to die too
You could jump off a building
Eat mushroom for healing, put acid in your eyes too
I'ma fck around and Timmy Turner to the tippy top (tippy top)
I wonder if these nggas really grip these Glocks
Trippin', acid lipping, flaccid dcking
'Til she gimme top
Whipping up my visions humans listen to the sht I drop (Sht I drop)
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, huh, yeah, huh
Yeah
Yeah, huh, yeah, huh
Yeah, huh, yeah, huh
Yeah, huh, yeah, huh
What goes around, comes around
Goes around, goes around, goes around, goes around, ehh
Goes around, goes around, goes around, goes around, uh
Spider gang sht (Uh, Spider gang sht)
Goes around uh, what you what (Goes around, goes around, goes around)
(Yeah, Karma)
Don't be afraid, step right up, step right up!
Take your turn at the legendary wheel of Karma
But remember, that what goes around
Comes back around, goes back around to you, yeah
What goes around, comes around
Goes around, comes around, goes around, come back to you
My momma told me that was true
People remember like elephants do
People forget all the elements too
Living and breathing, succeding at music
At leading the crew with a passion
These nggas ain't move
'Cause they crashing and talent they rationing
I'll get a bat I might bash him in
Gripping a blade, and I'm slashing him
Happen to you!
I pull up on 'em no masking
I'm smokin' that dope up in Lassen
With drain the swamp blasting I'm cool
I'm on the beach up in Tahoe
Packin that THC inside a raw cone
I'll be happy when it's all gone
Mary Jane answer, whenever she called on
I had to fall down, I'm smoking too much
Fold up a post-it, I'm chiefing a blue crutch
I do not do Dutch, I don't do backwoods
Grabba leaf, only tobacco that smack good
I fcked that, I fcked that btch in the Safeway
7:00 am and I'm having a great day
I'm putting on weight like I'm Tay-K
Anime rapper you sound like a Beyblade
Anime rapper you hard or you not though?
Go sip on yo wok and the bars that you pop, oh
You need a Glock on yo lap and it cocked or
You grip yo cock and you fap while you stalk hoes?
Nggas walk around in dark, clothes
Btch I'm smoking at the park, O's
Asking questions like a narc, no
Why you sitting at the start? Go!
Go, go, go!
Yeah, yeah, get it, get it
Oh my, oh my (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
P-P-Pssy boy g-get out my way!
I'll run up that check before I run any fades
Killing sht for fun but I ain't catching no case
Chillin' in the sun a villain catching some rays
L-l-legalize the fungi ngga, I eat it anyway
It could start with one guy, ngga
The world got plenty fakes
It don't need another
Fire with my brothers in the street
They don't show no love
I sight the others they look industry
Let 'em sleep, goodness me
Tell me what should this be?
Why you in my live talking sht?
I ain't saying sht to you
Keep my pride on my hip, that's a weapon I can't lose
Peep my vibe or keep zip your lips
Why won't you choose to love everybody
Btch, how many times are you gonna ignore
The signs and people's rhymes
Yo nggas are retarded
He slid and left his nine
Yo momma must have dropped yo as upon you spine
I feel like Rikki-Tikki-Tavi
We mobbing through the lobby
That fggot tried to rob me
"No he" like d-lo btch
I feel like Rikki-Tikki-Tavi
I think the copper saw me
But I ain't chain link hopping
'Cause I ain't see no sht
Nggas will believe whatever you tell em
If you tell 'em enough
Helpful when you selling some stuff
Or starting a war
They rotten at the heart at the core
I'm plotting to pour LSD in the reservoir
All over the floor
I'm bringing Psilocybin on tour
I'm hiding the cure for fixing nggas, I'm very sure
Stop being depressed
Step outside and puff out your chest
He made you the best
That's ever gonna jump out the nest
I'm a crushing a pest
You rushing to get up like you next
You failing the test
Impale yourself through one of your breasts
Somewhere on your chest
Your heart departs and leaves you with less
Now look at this mess
Btch, pull yourself together no rest
I feel like Rikki-Tikki-Tavi
I know that copper saw me
But I ain't chain link hopping, cuz I'm up in his whip
(STOP RESISTING, STOP RESISTING, STOP RESISTING, AHHH)
Let your brain leak out of your ears
Go insane ngga punch all your peers
Ayy, pick the kid up, ngga wipe off your tears
We war-ready, I see you very clear
For the tribe, do it for the tribe ngga
Or 'cause you alive
Free what is inside ngga, I know why you cry
There is something vile, taking people ain't no lie
I know we should smile bigger
Because we will die. Momma why we die?
Tell me, momma, why we die?
I know why they hate me because I will not be shy!
"I just wanna fly Daedalus, I have to try!"
"No, do not be a fool Icarus, you flew too high!"
Son, move, get out of my way
He was just a boy wanna play with the day
See him where he lay, now see him where he lay
Don't succumb to ignorance
Or you will have to pay witcha life
Play with a knife, you could filet what you write with
Stay outta fights
Tryna spit or you tryna gang bang, pick a type
I don't wanna see no talented rappers dying to pipes
I won't front, Ngga whatchu want?
I just wanna see you stunt
On these hating as sucka ngga cnts
Kick it punt, I don't fck with runts
One-one-seven killing grunts
They in heaven when I hunt
When I hit him then he
Let his brain leak out of his ears
Go insane, btch, I'll punch all your peers
Ayy, pick the kid up, ngga wipe off your tears
We war-ready, I see you very clear
Let your brain leak out of your ears
Go insane ngga punch all your peers
Ayy, pick the kid up, ngga wipe off your tears
We war-ready, if you not
Why you here?
(Go, go, go, go, 1, 2, 1, 2, 3)
Btch, I'm killing everyone
Btch, I'm causing a genocide
Fck these rapping nggas they capping
Tap in pretend to slide
Btch, I'm in the field like a soldier
I'm making fcking moves
Made of paper ngga I'll fold ya
Roll ya and tuck in smooth
Nggas wanna talk
I don't have the time
I be on the block
Meditating making rhymes
Uh, you be hella hating
Ain't got no cck, got no spine (Yuh)
There ain't no debating
Do not talk, make a line
Btch, I keep it on me
Like Commie or an American
I ain't smoking with you
But money could make me share it then
Sweeter than some honey
And funny 'cause I ain't very tan
Still the darkest rapper
You slapping I'm killing every man
Huh, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
BI-BI-BI-BI Yeah, yeah
BI-BI-BI-BI Yeah, yeah
Are you still offended?
Are you?
Let me know, please do not be
I care so much about how you feel
We're sorry, your lyric could not be completed because
"Ayy, you Lil Darkie, ngga?"
And we want to suppress your opinion, fascistically
Take away the First Amendment!
All hail censorship!
All hail our feelings!
My God is realer than yours, he said what I do is right
That I should fight if heaven pours
I am very, very, sorry
My apologies, for coming off so harshly
Impart me, second chance
So I can dance the way you want me
You Nazi, got me!
Take alot more than that to top me
Soft ain't what I'm made of
You're the one acting like Adolf
Cocky, wit it, you goose-stеppin' wit
You loose lippin', talking 'bout who trippin'
Talking 'bout who to shove under thе bus
And all of the things that we shouldn't
This just in, Lil Darkie is racist
Spreading the message of Satan with faces
Blacker than any of us prolly are
But I'm still offended 'cause I'm a retard
He tryna be hard, we tryna be safe
By making it hard for you to create
Nggas that heard of me fight and debate
I don't deserve not one word of the hate
Mind control all my thoughts are mine to hold
All down in my spinal cord
Btch, this ain't my final form
I got no time for you puppets
Take yo opinion and shove it
I keep my spirit above it
I'm taking criticism if it isn't ignorant
I'm not concerned with fitting in, I hit it different
I'm a cartoon
But nggas doing more pretending than me
Btches act offended, get me banned on IG
You don't gotta be a hater, you don't like me
Why I keep a grin on my face, on my teeth
All these nggas mad, they ain't eating like concentration camps
Cut yourself escaping from, leaving over the nation fence
Most these nggas faking, not working, I'm puttin' them aside
Smoke until there's nothing remaining, I call it genocide
Phoney as nggas plotting, whoa (I call it genocide)
Fruity nggas acting rotten, so (I call it genocide)
On yo sht ngga you not been, hoe (I call it genocide)
I ain't even think of stopping, though (I call it genocide)
Oh? What's this? (Yuh-uh)
Btch, btch, btch, btch, btch, btch
I'ma fck around, and Timmy Turner to the tippy top (tippy top)
I wonder if these nggas really grip these Glocks
Trippin', acid lipping, flaccid dcking
'Til she gimme top, uh-huh
Skipping to the store, I got a red hood on
Salvia, we ripping out a ten-foot bong
There's a btch inside my house, she keep on saying she's in pain
Yeah, she's sitting on my couch with burning needles in her brain
Divinorum in her veins, guess she was on Lexapro
The combo made her go insane
She feel calmer on cocaine (True story)
Don't rap for fame (Too whorey)
Btch whatchu sayin'?
I'm Super Saiyan, you super plain (Root for me)
I take my pay, make the music
Plant a bomb, can't defuse it
I am calm, I am lucid
They betting on that he lose it, never had it to start with
Break you like using guitar pick
Constipated always making that hard sht
Contemplating taking nggas real far, sht
Things happen nggas switch you evolve with
Time moving, rhyme smoothin'
Stay focused you will shine through sin
Street tacos get some dimes Who's in?
Know a ngga threw the lime juice in
I know how to live (I know how to live)
I know how to die too
You could jump off a building
Eat mushroom for healing, put acid in your eyes too
I'ma fck around and Timmy Turner to the tippy top (tippy top)
I wonder if these nggas really grip these Glocks
Trippin', acid lipping, flaccid dcking
'Til she gimme top
Whipping up my visions humans listen to the sht I drop (Sht I drop)
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, huh, yeah, huh
Yeah
Yeah, huh, yeah, huh
Yeah, huh, yeah, huh
Yeah, huh, yeah, huh
What goes around, comes around
Goes around, goes around, goes around, goes around, ehh
Goes around, goes around, goes around, goes around, uh
Spider gang sht (Uh, Spider gang sht)
Goes around uh, what you what (Goes around, goes around, goes around)
(Yeah, Karma)
Don't be afraid, step right up, step right up!
Take your turn at the legendary wheel of Karma
But remember, that what goes around
Comes back around, goes back around to you, yeah
What goes around, comes around
Goes around, comes around, goes around, come back to you
My momma told me that was true
People remember like elephants do
People forget all the elements too
Living and breathing, succeding at music
At leading the crew with a passion
These nggas ain't move
'Cause they crashing and talent they rationing
I'll get a bat I might bash him in
Gripping a blade, and I'm slashing him
Happen to you!
I pull up on 'em no masking
I'm smokin' that dope up in Lassen
With drain the swamp blasting I'm cool
I'm on the beach up in Tahoe
Packin that THC inside a raw cone
I'll be happy when it's all gone
Mary Jane answer, whenever she called on
I had to fall down, I'm smoking too much
Fold up a post-it, I'm chiefing a blue crutch
I do not do Dutch, I don't do backwoods
Grabba leaf, only tobacco that smack good
I fcked that, I fcked that btch in the Safeway
7:00 am and I'm having a great day
I'm putting on weight like I'm Tay-K
Anime rapper you sound like a Beyblade
Anime rapper you hard or you not though?
Go sip on yo wok and the bars that you pop, oh
You need a Glock on yo lap and it cocked or
You grip yo cock and you fap while you stalk hoes?
Nggas walk around in dark, clothes
Btch I'm smoking at the park, O's
Asking questions like a narc, no
Why you sitting at the start? Go!
Go, go, go!
Yeah, yeah, get it, get it
Oh my, oh my (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
P-P-Pssy boy g-get out my way!
I'll run up that check before I run any fades
Killing sht for fun but I ain't catching no case
Chillin' in the sun a villain catching some rays
L-l-legalize the fungi ngga, I eat it anyway
It could start with one guy, ngga
The world got plenty fakes
It don't need another
Fire with my brothers in the street
They don't show no love
I sight the others they look industry
Let 'em sleep, goodness me
Tell me what should this be?
Why you in my live talking sht?
I ain't saying sht to you
Keep my pride on my hip, that's a weapon I can't lose
Peep my vibe or keep zip your lips
Why won't you choose to love everybody
Btch, how many times are you gonna ignore
The signs and people's rhymes
Yo nggas are retarded
He slid and left his nine
Yo momma must have dropped yo as upon you spine
I feel like Rikki-Tikki-Tavi
We mobbing through the lobby
That fggot tried to rob me
"No he" like d-lo btch
I feel like Rikki-Tikki-Tavi
I think the copper saw me
But I ain't chain link hopping
'Cause I ain't see no sht
Nggas will believe whatever you tell em
If you tell 'em enough
Helpful when you selling some stuff
Or starting a war
They rotten at the heart at the core
I'm plotting to pour LSD in the reservoir
All over the floor
I'm bringing Psilocybin on tour
I'm hiding the cure for fixing nggas, I'm very sure
Stop being depressed
Step outside and puff out your chest
He made you the best
That's ever gonna jump out the nest
I'm a crushing a pest
You rushing to get up like you next
You failing the test
Impale yourself through one of your breasts
Somewhere on your chest
Your heart departs and leaves you with less
Now look at this mess
Btch, pull yourself together no rest
I feel like Rikki-Tikki-Tavi
I know that copper saw me
But I ain't chain link hopping, cuz I'm up in his whip
(STOP RESISTING, STOP RESISTING, STOP RESISTING, AHHH)
Let your brain leak out of your ears
Go insane ngga punch all your peers
Ayy, pick the kid up, ngga wipe off your tears
We war-ready, I see you very clear
For the tribe, do it for the tribe ngga
Or 'cause you alive
Free what is inside ngga, I know why you cry
There is something vile, taking people ain't no lie
I know we should smile bigger
Because we will die. Momma why we die?
Tell me, momma, why we die?
I know why they hate me because I will not be shy!
"I just wanna fly Daedalus, I have to try!"
"No, do not be a fool Icarus, you flew too high!"
Son, move, get out of my way
He was just a boy wanna play with the day
See him where he lay, now see him where he lay
Don't succumb to ignorance
Or you will have to pay witcha life
Play with a knife, you could filet what you write with
Stay outta fights
Tryna spit or you tryna gang bang, pick a type
I don't wanna see no talented rappers dying to pipes
I won't front, Ngga whatchu want?
I just wanna see you stunt
On these hating as sucka ngga cnts
Kick it punt, I don't fck with runts
One-one-seven killing grunts
They in heaven when I hunt
When I hit him then he
Let his brain leak out of his ears
Go insane, btch, I'll punch all your peers
Ayy, pick the kid up, ngga wipe off your tears
We war-ready, I see you very clear
Let your brain leak out of your ears
Go insane ngga punch all your peers
Ayy, pick the kid up, ngga wipe off your tears
We war-ready, if you not
Why you here?
(Go, go, go, go, 1, 2, 1, 2, 3)
Btch, I'm killing everyone
Btch, I'm causing a genocide
Fck these rapping nggas they capping
Tap in pretend to slide
Btch, I'm in the field like a soldier
I'm making fcking moves
Made of paper ngga I'll fold ya
Roll ya and tuck in smooth
Nggas wanna talk
I don't have the time
I be on the block
Meditating making rhymes
Uh, you be hella hating
Ain't got no cck, got no spine (Yuh)
There ain't no debating
Do not talk, make a line
Btch, I keep it on me
Like Commie or an American
I ain't smoking with you
But money could make me share it then
Sweeter than some honey
And funny 'cause I ain't very tan
Still the darkest rapper
You slapping I'm killing every man
Huh, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
BI-BI-BI-BI Yeah, yeah
BI-BI-BI-BI Yeah, yeah
Are you still offended?
Are you?
Let me know, please do not be
I care so much about how you feel
( Time to die )
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