GENOCIDE - Lil Darkie

Bitch, I’m smoking gas in my chambers like it’s the…

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«Ayy you LIL DARKIE, nigga?»

-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 says 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 a lot more than that to top me

Soft ain’t what I’m made of

You’re the one acting like Adolf

Cocky

Way that you goose stepping

Way that you loose lipping

Talking 'bout who tripping

Talking 'bout who to shove under the bus

And who all of us trust 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

Niggas 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

Bitch, 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 niggas doing more pretending than me

Bitches act offended, get 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 niggas mad they ain’t eating like concentration camps

Cut yourself escaping from leaving over the nation fence

Most these niggas faking, not working, I’m putting them aside

Smoke until there’s nothing remaining, I call it genocide

Phoney ass niggas plotting, whoa (I call it genocide)

Fruity niggas acting rotten, so (I call it genocide)

On yo shit nigga 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)

Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch

I’ma fuck around and Timmy Turner to the tippy top (tippy top)

I wonder if these niggas really grip these Glocks, trippin'

Acid lipping, flaccid dicking, '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 bitch inside my house she keep on saying she 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)

Bitch whatchu sayin'?

I’m Super Saiyan, you super plain (Root for me)

I take my pain, 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 shit

Contemplated taking niggas real far, shit

Things happen niggas 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 nigga 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 fuck around and Timmy Turner to the tippy top

I wonder if these niggas really grip these Glocks, trippin'

Acid lipping, flaccid dicking, 'til she gimme top

Whipping up my visions humans listen to the shit I drop (Shit I drop)

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, huh, yeah, huh

Yeah

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 shit (Uh, Spider gang shit)

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, 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 succeeding at music

At leading the crew with a passion these niggas 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 smoking that dope up in Lassen with drain the swamp blasting I’m cool

I’m on the beach up in Tahoe

Packing 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 fucked that bitch 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?

Sip on yo wok and the bars that you pop, oh

You keep a Glock on yo lap and it cocked or you grip yo cock and you fap while

you stalk hoes?

Niggas walk around in dark, clothes

Bitch 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-Pussy boy g-get out my way!

I’ll run up that check before I run any fades

Killing shit for fun but I ain’t catching no case

Chillin' in the sun a villain catching some rays

Legalize the fungi nigga

I eat it anyway

It could start with one guy nigga

The world got plenty fakes

It don’t need another

Fighting 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 shit?

I ain’t saying shit 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

Bitch how many times

Are you gonna ignore

The signs and people’s rhymes

Yo niggas are retarded he slid

And left his nine

Yo momma must have dropped yo ass

Upon yo spine

I feel like Rikki-Tikki-Tavi

We mobbing through the lobby

That faggot tried to rob me

«No hoe"like d-lo bitch

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 shit

Niggas 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 niggas, 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

Bitch pull yourself together no rest

I feel like Rikki-Tikki-Tavi

I know that copper saw me

But I ain’t chain link hopping

Cause I’m up in his whip

(Stop resisting, stop resisting, ahhh)

All you need to do is hop on the subway and go, go

Let your brain leak out of your ears

Go insane nigga punch all your peers

Ayy pick the kid up, nigga wipe off your tears

We war ready I see you very clear

For the tribe

Do it for the tribe nigga

Or 'cause you alive

Free what is inside nigga

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

Nigga whatchu want?

I just wanna see you stunt

On these hating ass sucka nigga cunts

Kick it punt

I don’t fuck 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 bitch I’ll punch all your peers

Ayy, pick the kid up, nigga wipe off your tears

We war ready, I see you very clear

Let your brain leak out of your ears

Go insane nigga punch all your peers

Ayy, pick the kid up, nigga wipe off your tears

We war ready if you not why you here?

(Go, go, go, go, 1, 2, 1, 2, 3)

Bitch I’m killing everyone

Bitch I’m causing a genocide

Fuck these rapping niggas they capping

Tap in pretend to slide

Bitch I’m in the field like a soldier

I’m making fucking moves

Made of paper nigga I’ll fold ya

Roll ya and tuck in smooth

Niggas wanna talk

I don’t have the time

I be on the block

Meditating making rhymes

Uh, you be hella hating

Got no cock, got no spine (Yuh)

There ain’t no debating

Do not talk

Make a line

Bitch 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

BitchbitchbitchBI Yeah, yeah

BitchbitchbitchBI Yeah, yeah

Are you still offended?

Are you?

Let me know

Please do not be

I care so much about how you feel