Lyrics DARKIE CANNOT RAP! - Lil Darkie

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I feel like smoking weed today
How I end up smoking you? (It did it for me)
I feel like what I need today
Is something to put something through (I did it for me)
I feel like what I need to say
Is somewhere I ain't never sought (Clever thought)
I feel like someone need to pay
For something ain't nobody bought (Body caught, body caught)
Watch you rot, like a worm
Ash my pot in your urn
What'chu got, what'chu 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 wanna go home, mommy
Walking 'round with no dome
I'll be brainless
Ke-ke-ke-ke-keep yourself from 'round me
B-b-b-blood on me, keep my Tommy
Stainless

"Uh, Darkie, make a boom bap song, this"
"Darkie, do what the fuck I want, that"
"Darkie, uh, you don't have a real fuckin' life"
"Uh-oh, oh my god, uh, do this, do that"
"Uh, you don't really rap"
"All you do is yell and say 'Yeah'"
Fuck you
Suck my dark penis
Haha, yuh

Fuck where I'm from; I hate it
I'd rate it one star
Gone far to evade it
In L.A., '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 bitches want smoke
Well, do you?

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
'Cause 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 grandpa said
If he come close to your family?
Stamp his head
Like he an envelope
Loud when I'm on the Coke
Sound like I do emote
Now I'm off Prozac
I know that I'm dying
Just don't wanna go back
That pole in my nose
Doing blow like a snow cap
I tow that for defence
I hop over the fence
A creep in the deep end
Where nobody sleeping
I'm steeping in hatred
Won't break bread with no one
I'll make meds and throw' 'em
To make ends and blowin' 'em
I'm growing, I'm massive
She know that I'm blasted
She showing her assets
Like all of her facets
I macerate bitches
With herbs in a casket
Then roll or pack it in a
Bowl and don't pass it
You bastard

"Darkie can't rap"
Suck my fuckin'—
Literally, like, put your tongue in my butthole
You piece of garbage
And taste the shit that excretes

Lost
12 in the bushes, got no time
Might cost 12k, you tryna buy more rhymes
Okay, now
In a few years
I'ma be worth more than currency
New Year's
I'ma be worth more than currently
Definitely
Smoke any fuck nigga that step to me
Rep the beach
I might fuck yo' shit up irreparably
Separately
I'ma fuck yo' hoe 'til she have to pee
Mad at me?
I ain't trade no loyalty to have ya key
Unlike the bitch
Even with her kneeling, I ain't like the bitch
Really, though
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, I'ma shorten
Your life no retorting
Morton
Salt on yo' wound
Homie halt
What'chu doing?
I'm a 'toon, it's implied that I'm a loon
With my goons making ruins

Outta buildings, uh
Know we busting through your ceilings, yeah
We don't care about your feelings, yeah
Tat myself, my skin is peeling
Healing
Reeling from the stench, yeah
Why you sitting on a bench? Yeah, yeah
Lurking in a trench, yeah, yeah
Hopping every fence, yeah
Gang (Yuh)
I be counting bucks and I blow 'em
Like a poacher
I'm a roacher, smoke it down to my finger
For the culture
You a vulture (Huh)
Wait, wait, hate me, bitch
Great, say my namesake 'til I'm rich (Okay)
Fake, fake
Bitch, you stay the runt
Hit that lick, take what we want
You a snake-ass nigga
You a whole-ass cunt
I'ma break your figures
Bitch, I'm on the hunt
Yeah

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