paroles de chanson HOLOCAUST - Wendigo , Lil Darkie
Ha,
hey
guys,
let's
do
one
of
those
no
melody
songs
That'll
be
so
creative
Yeah,
uh,
yeah,
yeah
Ayy,
Wendigo,
you
sound
like
Kenny
Beats
right
now,
hahaha
Chase
the
money,
chase
money,
hahaha
Yeah,
oh
my
God,
bitch,
yes,
yeah,
Wendi
B-B-Bitch
I'm
smokin'
gas
in
my
chambers
like
it's
the
holocaust
Pull
up
with
a
K
on
my
rifle,
that's
what
the
holo
cost
Teacher
said
you
won't
be
successful
makin'
those
animations
Shut
yo
apple-eatin'
ass
up
and
do
some
laminations
I
tear
a
page
out
the
bible
if
I
be
out
of
papers
Idle
niggas
worshipin'
idols,
put
acid
in
yo
wafers
Pastor
said
you
won't
be
successful
gettin'
that
boomin'
Did
I
ask
ya
pussy
nigga?
You
a
human
And
I'ma
be
a
star
soon,
wavy
like
Ahab,
hit
that
nigga
with
the
harpoon
Save
me,
I
may
have
pulled
the
trigger,
ate
some
hard
'shrooms
Maybe
I'm
faded
but
I
wiggle
like
a
cartoon
Yeah,
I
feel
like
a
cartoon
I'm
in
yo
devices,
perpetuate
your
vices
in
crisis,
but
I'm
the
nicest
Always
eat
your
food
with
spices
Pay
attention
to
the
prices,
don't
be
made
into
a
sucka
You
won't
have
enough
for
supper,
keep
ya
numbers
on
the
upper
Tupperware
eatin',
my
seatin'
steady
on
the
carpet
I
park
it
and
then
I
spark
it,
no
marketin'
hittin'
targets
Hit
like
a
guitar
pick
that's
strummin'
Or
like
a
drum
that
be
gunnin'
you
down
for
fun,
I
chuckle,
and
then
I
run
Run
up,
I
dump
it
out,
he
wanna
thump
it
out
Coke
in
a
mountain,
my
bitch
gotta
lump
it
out
Don't
do
no
arguments,
pull
up,
no
parkin'
it
You
hear
the
sound
when
my
niggas
is
sparkin'
it
I
got
two
hands
on
that
bitch,
I
won't
double
back
I
got
that
cookie
it
double
wrap
I
got
Gelato
in
Cuban
tobacco
I
popped
a
new
bottle
and
blew
out
her
back,
ho
I
act
like
a
wacko
I
spit
like
I'm
chewin'
on
you
and
don't
know
what
to
do
with
the
goo
You
a
slimy
ass
nigga,
you
drip
like
a
garbage
bag
Try
me,
I'll
always
pull
up
with
a
larger
mag
Built
like
an
armory,
niggas
got
no
chance
of
harmin'
me
Smoke
up
a
garden
G,
I
think
it
harden
me
I
am
not
hurtin',
my
pain
is
too
far
to
see
Bitch
if
we
kick
it,
no
way
you
say
"naw"
to
weed
or
to
poppin'
a
bottle
We
pop
him,
he
waddle
I
ain't
never
dawdle,
I'm
kickin'
the
throttle
while
fuckin'
a
model
I
stay
as
drawin',
yo
life
is
novel
and
most
of
it
awful,
uh
Nobody
read
no
more,
I
stay
on
the
screen,
you
whore
You
pay
to
get
to
seen,
you
poor
Don't
play
for
no
team,
I'm
bored,
huh?
Talkin'
that
shit
yo
lip
look
like
an
asshole
Walk
in
that
bitch,
shoot
the
bricks
out
yo
castle
You
one
them
niggas,
not
purse,
it's
a
satchel
That
shit
a
purse,
but
it's
less
of
a
hassle
Why
it
got
tassels?
Why
it
got
tassels
on
it?
I
won't
pass
the
chronic
to
ya,
supersonic-hoover-vacuum,
bitch
I
pack
her
smackin'
lips
My
dick
attack
her,
slip
inside
her
back-end
quick
Stackin'
chips
like
it's
a
Pringles
can
Let's
get
it
crackin'
bitch,
nigga
Bring
it
then,
bring
it
then
Bitch,
I'm,
bitch,
I'm
Bitch,
I'm
smoking
(bitch,
I'm
smoking)
gas
in
my
chambers
like
it's
the
holocaust
Cubie
Bitch,
bring
the
hate,
bring
the
smoke
Bitch,
bring
the
hate,
bring
the
smoke
Bitch,
I'm
feelin'
great
Yeah
(bitch,
bitch,
bitch,
bitch,
bitch)
Bitch,
bring
the
hate,
bring
the
smoke
Bitch,
I'm
feelin'
great,
chopstick
get
ate
Fuck
yo
fate,
change
your
fuckin'
state
Under
sewer
grates,
put
the
stock
up
to
my
waist
I
make
you
flip,
like
a
cake,
fuck
yo
zip,
yo
cookie
fake
I
tend
to
drip
when
I
bake,
put
tobacco
in
my
face
Bitch,
off
the
rip,
I
be
laced,
go
outside
and
catch
a
case
The
pussy
wet
from
the
mace,
riot
dyin'
in
the
street
Keep
up
the
pace,
fuck
you
slowin'
for?
We
racin'
on
our
feet,
we
move
with
haste
I'm
amazed,
all
these
niggas
fallin'
off
Free
14,
all
these
other
rappers
soft
Spider
Gang,
choppa
cough
Bitch,
on
paper
I
look
greater
than
presidents
Set
preposterous
precedents,
got
a
roster
of
resonance
copper?
Bother
the
residents
proper,
stockin'
your
evidence
locker
Medicine
set,
it'll
stomp
your
head
in
a
dropper
I
keep
the
lead
in
a
yappa,
I
get
to
poppin'
ya
top
or
ya
legs
and
sever
spit
red
And
I
drop
ya
dead
and
in
heaven
with
papa
B-B-Bitch
I'm
smokin'
heat
like
an
oven,
Hansel
and
Gretel
Sippin'
tea
inside
your
neighborhood,
cannot
handle
the
kettle
Pullin'
up,
double
glovin',
I'm
buzzin'
grippin'
the
metals
Spend
a
dozen
and
dip
before
he
can
settle
(yuh)
He
want
beef,
but
he
a
chicken,
I
smoke
a
nigga,
rotisserie
You
history,
I
use
my
machine
to
make
you
a
mystery
like
Scooby-Doo
I
roll
up
my
doobie,
full
of
the
beautiful
Her
booty
pull
me
in
'cause
she's
suitable,
irrefutable
Run
up
on
you,
make
you
a
victim,
I'm
the
fuckin'
shooter
I
don't
pay
for
features,
I
lick
'em,
watch
your
damn
computer
Back
in
high
school
they
took
my
scooter,
they
made
me
a
looter
(they
did
it)
I
feel
smart,
I
ain't
need
no
tutor,
born
a
true
intruder
Bitch
I'm
smokin'
gas
in
my
chambers
like
it's
the
holocaust
P-P-Pull
up
with
a
K
on
my
rifle,
that's
what
the
holo
cost
T-T-Teacher
said
you
won't
be
successful
makin'
those
animations
T-T-Teacher
ain't
no
doctor,
ain't
got
no
patience
(nah)
I
feel
like
a
cartoon
(yeah,
yeah)
Bitch,
bitch
(huh),
I
feel
like
a
cartoon,
huh
(Ha,
now
we're
so
original
guys,
let's
add
that
to
the
new
genre)
(Oh
my
God,
so
lyrical,
I
only
deserve
when
there's
so
much
clou-)
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