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lil darkie - darkie cannot rap! lyrics

[verse 1]
i feel like smoking weed today
how i end up smoking you? (i did it for me)
i feel like what i need today
is something to put something thru (i did it for me)
i feel like what i need to say
is somewhere i ain’t never sought (clever though)
i feel like someone need to pay
for something ain’t n0body bought (body caught) (body caught)
watch you rot like a worm
ash my pot in yo urn
whatchu got whatchu earn
i don’t care
in the end it’s your turn when you bare
what is there but the stench
and your stare
and the burn
of the skin in the air…
have you ever been to the fair? (yes)
i hate all the smiles that they wear
i feel nothing wild under hair (chest)
i-i-i wanna go home mommy
walking round with no dome
ill be (brainless)
ke-ke-keep yourself from round me
b-b-blood on me i keep my tommy (stainless)

intermission
– uh darkie make a boom rap song this
– darkie do what the f-ck i want that
– darkie uh you don’t have a real f-ckin’ life
– uh oh my god uh do this do that
– uh you don’t really rap
– all you do is yell and say yeah
– f-ck you
– suck my dark p-n-s

[verse 2]
f-ck where i’m from i hate it
i’d rate it one star
gone far to evade it
in la til i made it
one who didn’t resonate with the rest
designated regrets
just delayed a reflex
flew away from the nest
and i ain’t looking back
yeah, i stay cooking tracks
yeah, i stay in my house
on the floor like a mouse
or a rat or a bat in the sky
in the night like a cat i attack
with a swipe and your life
in my paw like a knife
you ain’t saw nothing, right?
keep yo jaw locking tight
talking nada my shotta
might rip up yo tight
fitting prada
the street getting hotter
eyesight 20/20
they funny for money
for cash i be working
i’m lurking in shadows
and ditches i’m hurting
these riches i’m certain
these b-tches want smoke

(well, do you?)

[verse 3]
i will not smoke with you lames
i am bad with your names
but i remember homies
the people that know me
that care about me
cuz i care about them
and we share our emotions
the motions they making me sick
on an ocean of potion
engrossing my ego
a seagull fly overhead
now i’m dead
what would have grampa said
if he come close to your family
stamp his head
like he an envelope
loud when i’m on the c0ke
sound like i do emote
now i’m off prozac
i know that i’m dying
just don’t wanna go back
that pole my nose
doing blow like a snow cap
i tow that for defense
i hop over the fence
a creep in the deep end
where n0body sleeping
i’m steeping in hatred
wont break bread with no one
ill make meds and throw em
to make ends and and blow em
i’m growing i’m m-ssive
she know that i’m blasted
she showing her -ssets
like all of her facets
i macerate b-tches
with herbs in a casket
then roll or pack it in a
bowl and don’t p-ss it

you bastid

intermission
– darkie can’t rap
– suck my f-ckin…
– literally like put your tongue in my b-tthole
– you piece of garbage
– and taste the sh-t that excretes

(beat switch)

[verse 4]
lost
12 in the bushes got no time
might cost 12 k you tryna buy mo rhymes (okay now)
in a few years
imma be worth more than currency (new year’s)
imma be worth more than currently (definitely)
smoke any f-ck n-gga that step to me (rep the beach)
i might f-ck yo sh-t up irreparably (separately)
imma f-ck yo hoe til she have to pee (mad at me?)
i ain’t trade no loyalty to have ya key (unlike the b-tch)
even with her kneeling (i ain’t like the b-tch)
really tho
eye be looking steely cold
eye be looking red
from the pot inside my (grinder)
find her and ingest her mary jane
i won’t be (pestered lesser)
beings in they feelings i don’t see em
not important imma shorten
your life no (retorting)
morton salt on yo wound
homie halt (whatchu doing)
imma toon it’s implied that imma loon
with my goons making ruins

[verse 5]
outta buildings
know we busting through your ceilings
we don’t care about your feelings
tat myself my skin is peeling
healing
reeling, from the stench
why you sitting, on a bench
lurking, in a trench
hopping, every fence
(gang)
i be counting bucks and i blow em
like a poacher
imma roacher smoke it down to my finger
for the culture
you a vulture
wait, wait
hate me b-tch
great say my
name sake
til i’m rich
fake fake
b-tch you stay the runt
hit that l!ck
take what we want
you a snake -ss n-gga
you a whole -ss c-nt
imma break yo figures
b-tch i’m on the hunt

- lil darkie lyrics

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