AR70

LIL DARKIE x BEDHED - Lost File

:D

Lyrics:
Beat that bitches face in
Beat that bitches face in
Beat that bitches face in
FACE BITCH I BEAT YOR FUCKING FACE IN
Beat that bitches face in
Beat that bitches face in
Beat that bitches face in
Beat that bitches face in
STOMPIN ON YOR SKULL UNTIL IT CAVE IN
FUCK
STOMP EM OUT
MOTHER FUCKER STOMP EM OUT 
I STOMP EM OUT
I STOMP EM OUT
I STOMP EM OUT
I STOMP EM OUT
HE AINT EVEN FUCK AROUND 
AND  WE GONE STILL GON STOMP EM OUT
JUMPING ON HIS FUCKING HEAD
UNTIL HIS BODY SHUTTING DOWN
GO TO HELL BITCH  
HELL YEAH
FUCKING in A HELL PIT
EVERY DAY I WAKE UP IS A HELL I FEEL SO HELPLESS
LIFELESS BODIES MAKE MY DICK HARD I CANT HELP IT 
YU HATE ME BITCH I HATE ME TOO DONT BE SO FUCKING SELFISH 
Beat that bitches face in
Beat that bitches face in
Beat that bitches face in
FACE BITCH I BEAT YOR FUCKING FACE IN
Beat that bitches face in
Beat that bitches face in
Beat that bitches face in
Beat that bitches face in
STOMPIN ON YOR SKULL UNTIL IT CAVE IN
Alll yu fucking pussies need to shut up with the bitchin shit
yu better boss up quick cause all that bitchin isnt fixing shit
 EVErybody's life sucks yu aint special pussy boi
yu need to shut the fuck up go outside and get some pussy boy

MY FUCKING SOUL IS TAINTED 
HATE THE HUMAN RACE IM RACIST
PUT A BULLET IN YOUR BRAIN AND THEN REPLACE IT WITH MY PENIS
Im a genius but i hate it
FUCK HER FACE UNTIL IT CAVE IN
BITCH ITS CHAUNCEY TRIPLE 6 OF COURSE IM MORE THAN SORTA SATAN
IM THE MOTHA FUCKING ANTI CHIST
I LIKE SEX AND VIOLENCE AT THE SAME TIME NOT A FAMILY GUY
you wont kill your self but a baphomite
TRIED BUT I CANT PACIFY
MALACHITE MY WRIST
ALKALINE MY dick
Samurai the Blick
put some fluoride on my cock and then i calcify yor bitch
IF yu wanna be a critic come and analyze my fist
Beat that bitches face in
Beat that bitches face in
Beat that bitches face in
FACE BITCH I BEAT YOR FUCKING FACE IN
Beat that bitches face in
Beat that bitches face in
Beat that bitches face in
Beat that bitches face in
STOMPIN ON YOR SKULL UNTIL IT CAVE IN
FUCK
STOMP EM OUT
MOTHER FUCKER STOMP EM OUT 
I STOMP EM OUT
I STOMP EM OUT
I STOMP EM OUT
I STOMP EM OUT
HE AINT EVEN FUCK AROUND 
AND  WE GONE STILL GON STOMP EM OUT
JUMPING ON HIS FUCKING HEAD
UNTIL HIS BODY SHUTTING DOWN

CLOBBER

Break the Chains

Lyrics:

I got diamonds on my neck 
On my neck and they wet
I got diamonds on my neck
And they shinning you upset

I got diamonds on my neck
Vvs be how I flex
Pussy boy you look upset
I check her cat like im a vet
Splash! 
I sleep with my jewels every night is a wet dream
I feel liked a noose cus the way I get neck see
You Bitch is a boomerang she keep coming back to me
Please tell your mom she need to stop sexting me
She blowin me like a whistle and referee 
Hoe hit my email I don’t want you texting me 
You from the streets? Yeah nigga sesame
Rest in peace enemies who think they besting C
Yes I got sauce bitch I got the recipe
A cop is still breathing Lynch mob got the remedy
My herb blow your mind I be smoking that kennedy
Your guns never bust like they got a vasectomy
Ice on my neck like I sprained it
Im doing drugs till im brain dead
Ice on my neck like I sprained it
Im doing drugs till im brain dead
I got diamonds on my neck 
On my neck and they wet
I got diamonds on my neck
And they shinning you upset

I got the bricks and im whippin the antidote
Poppin yo melon no cantaloupe
Bitch want a ring but I cant elope
Just want the tongue like the back of an envelope
Watch that ass bounce like any check I wrote
Painting her face not a juggalo 
If she wont leave I might drug the hoe
Im smoking hella dope, I just left earth
Feel like extra terrestrial 
you catching beams give a fuck to banana boat
Peeping ass from a mile away with a telescope
Beating my peen then cream ina casserole
Give it to neighbors and laugh as they gag and choke
Run in they crib with katanas n stab and poke
Fucking a grandma with hydrant poles anal and vaginal
Im feelin lonely like Lance Arm strongs only testical 
Heres a fun Fact I love hentai with tentacles
Claim she can take the whole dick and im skeptical 
Splash in the pussy like cannon ball
Stuck it in half way and now shes a vegetable 
Raps is unethical lapping these casual fag
Ravenous Cannibal chap you look edible DAMN
Yeah we smoking lumber
Lynch Mob Fucked your bitch then hung her
Bitch need pipe she call a plumber
Smoking on some gas that mustard aye
Yeah we smoking lumber 
Lynch Mob Fucked your bitch then hung her
Bitch need pipe she call a plumber
Smoking on some gas its mustard fuck

Force-fed my ork foreskin down this horse head whore before bed
On the headboard etch horrid hexes 
Stretch her corset till her corpse red 
Fuck her four more times then abort sesh
Stiff in a dead bitch rigor mortis
Act abhorrent slash organs raps torrid
Make orphans gang orange 
Im a tortoise when I blaze that forest yuh
Whip brick so hard got a tore wrist
Im a kitchen citizen you a tourist
If money was water my wallet absorbent
And yours is malnourished 
Deflower the ho im a florist 
Look at my wrist so much ICE im deported
I pound the hammer like I be sword smith
Step in my orbit your horoscope morbid
Im out this bitch like abortion

orange gang

Dude Where's My Quran?

WetNeck

ROLL UP - LIL DARKIE & UNOFROMPLUTO (PROD. WENDIGO)

Please Bitch ft. Lil Darkie (prod. Khroam)

RUST (PROD. SOLSA)

(PROD. SOLSA)

I EAT FUNGI

GET UP, 
TO GET DOWN
GET WET UP, 
GET SET DOWN
FUCKING WITH AN ONOMATOPOEIA 
BOOM!
WOOZY FROM THE BOOZE (A LOT OF BEER)
SHROOMS!
TELL ME I AM NOT ALLOWED TO BE HERE
DOOM!

IMPENDING IM BENDING AROUND AND DESCENDING
“GO TO HELL DARKIE DISAPPEAR”

I WANNA BE A BETTER PERSON
SO I GOTTA GO AND MURDER MY FEARS

EGO DEATH, HERE 
WE GO, SEE NO
BREATH
IM FEEBLE 
BELOW 
DEPTHS

I CANT SEE YOU NIGGAS INSIDE OF MY MIND
I DONT NEED A TRIGGA MAKE SURE THAT I DIE
I FILL UP WITH VIGOR IT FILLING MY SPINE

NEURONS, INSIDE MY MENTAL EXPLODING
I FEEL MY EGO ERODING 
MMMM HHHMMMM
I SEE MY PROGRAM IT LOADING 
UHHHH HUH

WITNESS THE SIMULATION UNFOLDING
I CAN READ ALL OF MY CODING

FLOATING
NIGGAS THINK I CHANGED UP
THAT’S BECAUSE A NIGGA DID
I GOT MY NAME UP
NOW I GOTTA PUT A CAP ON THE 
SHIT THAT COME OUTTA MY LID

I NEED TO LET GO
I NEED TO LAY OFF THE SUBSTANCES 
TRADE ALL MY HATE FOR SOME LOVE ’N SHIT
FORE I END UP LIKE THESE OTHER FUCKS
I KEEP A BLUNT IN BOTH HANDS LIKE IT’S DOUBLE DUTCH
DONT GET IN TROUBLE MUCH 

ANYMORE
IM THROWING COPPER AT COPPERS
A PENNY WAR
HOPE IM OFFENDING MORE
IF I WORE GUCCI AND FENDI MORE
I WOULDN’T BE THE DARKIE THAT I AM
NIGGA WHAT YOU PRETENDING FOR

I KEEP A MUSHROOM MY WAIST 
LIKE INSIDE MY STOMACH DISSOLVING MY FACE

I EAT FUNGI
YOU SHOULD EAT SOME
MAN IT’S NEAT COME ON!
TAKE A SHEET 
MY SON TAKE SEAT 

ONE LITTLE PAPER MADE ME COME ON!

I WAS AT THE AQUARIUM IT WAS NOT TOO LONG AGO
LOT OF HYSTERIA AND THE FISH FROM LONG AGO
HAPPEN TO STARE AT YA WHEN THEY SWISH ALONG YOU KNOW?
IN A VERY DIFFERENT DIMENSION I SAW MY OWN

SELF FROM A DIFFERENT PERSPECTIVE
THE ACID INSIDE OF ME WAS EFFECTIVE
MAYBE THE TANK WAS JUST REFLECTIVE
BUT I AINT NO MOTHER FUCKING DETECTIVE

I EAT FUNGI BITCH
WE’LL ROT IN A DITCH
THEY’LL EAT US BACK
TIL WE PROPERLY SWITCH
I EAT FUNGI BITCH

I EAT FUNGI (PROD. SOLSA)

Lyrics:
Im walking down the street with a blade all in my abdomen
i tried to do the seppuku it couldn't do the master in
Scarred flawed manic struggle dancing on his path of sin
I thought i had friends but i only had mannequins
don't get to excited over-rated are the ratios
hate for breakfast with a side of eggs and felatio
whole sale souls leave holes where they woulda been
never find time for mine im holding up my crooked ends
never found his footing now im looking for that wooden den
pushing daisies wonder what they cooking in the butchers pen
tell me that im paranoid for conformation bias
doing conga lines of coke until i compromise my sinus
i hate being sad but i fucking love to hide it 
sometimes i cry when i cant stand the sound of silence
my dad wanna know what im doing with this life of mine
and mom wanna now why i smiled less than half the time
in the past four months, i should pass more blunts
thats probably not the answer oh well thats rough
you get what you ask (for) and i don't ask for much
don't stand on that ledge if ya legs cant jump like
pass me another blunt i think i'm feeling sober
everybody suicidal but afraid to go first

pass me another blunt i think i'm feeling sober
everybody suicidal but afraid to go first
running out of luck i peeled a petal off the clover
as a youngin' i was rushing didn't know time cost more when you're older

Mixed//Mastered by Benjamin Barnett

Conformation Bias

Chauncey666