lyrics:

i can’t any longer see
i wonder what is wrong with me
hatred welling up inside
i wish everyone would die 

why can I not, be free
try to escape from this hell
why God did you give me feet?
just to put me down on my knees 

human cannonball 
human cannonball
made to fly
made to die
human cannonball

why the fuck are you looking at me?
who the fuck decides what you see?
social media and TV
you can die while live on IG

piece of people no one cares
fuck your skin color no one cares
everybody hopes someone cares
if there’s a murder everyone stares

hurry up and pull out your phone 
so you can show someone at home 
killing people before they’re dead
electronics inside their head

human cannonball
human cannonball

aint nobody wanna make a change
they’ll talk bout it
never make a switch 

niggas wanna look like the
counter culture what they on 
but they still tryna get rich 

everybody got a price
on they head
somebody’s stealing rice
from the feds
and they gonna get diced

nice

people starving to death
for advice

bad advice
add vice

niggas starving to death
that have rights

put the pen to the paper
i write

we depend on the paper
i’m right

human cannonball 
wanna end it all
wanna service my purpose again

can a ball
destroy that wall 
i dont know but it sure is human

and it trying to fly
again
it is not scared to die
amen
it got shot out the sky

i can’t any longer see
i wonder what is wrong with me
hatred welling up inside
i wish everyone would die 

why can I not, be free
try to escape from this hell
why God did you give me feet?
just to put me down on my knees 

human cannonball 
human cannonball
made to fly
made to die
human cannonball

human cannonball

EAT MY SOCKS!

LYRICS:

LIL DARK SAMBO


BITCH IM LITTLE, DARK, SAMBO

IN THE JUNGLE LIKE IM RAMBO
KEEP A HANDLE ON MY DAMN POLE

LIGHT YOU LIKE A CANDLE

RED DOT, FOREHEAD I AM HINDU
YOUR HEAD DONT KNOW SHIT BOUT WHAT I BEEN THROUGH

NIGGAS SAY IM DARK, UH
NIGGAS SAY IM NOT DARK ENOUGH
CLOSE YOUR EYES THEN
DIE END YOUR LIFE IT’S BEEN TOUGH

PUTTING UP WIT CHU
SUP WIT CHU
NIGGA SHUT UP BITCH YOU 
SUCK DICK WONT FUCK WITH CHU
PUNKS

GUNK ROCK
MONK TALK
KEEP THE FUNK IN MY TRUNK

JUNK YARD
I DUNK HARD 
ON RAPPERS THAT BUNK

I FEEL LIKE SAMBO
I MADE THAT MY MANTRA

HOP IN THE LAMBO
IM BLAZING THAT GANJA
I WANT TA

(0:48)
GETTING IT 
GETTING IT
SETTING SOME RECORDS
IGNORING THE PECKERS

I GOTTA GO HARDCORE
SPIT SOME BARS MORE
TILL THESE RETARDS DIE OFF

BETTING IT
BETTING IT
HAPPEN NO CAPPING 
THIS SHIT FINNA DETONATE
CELEBRATE

OUR TOUR 
GOING FAR WHORE 
WANNA BE HARD THAT’S SOFT

IRONY

IRONY
FIRE ME

TRY TOO ILL REMIND YOU THAT I EARNED MY SHARE
BURNED MY HAIR

TURNED MY STARE 
INTO AN IC-ON 

KILL SHIT TIL IM GONE
LEGEND LIKE RHYDON 

[YEAH I KNOW IT I’SNT LEGENDARY BUT GROUDON SOUNDED GAY SO FUCK YOU YA FUCKIN NERD]

LET BYGONES BE BYGONES
DRINK A TALL BOY LIKE PYLONS
IN HER ASS CHEEKS LIKE NYLON
NIGGA

SHE MADE THE PYTHON BIGGER

RIGHT ON 
WETTER SAIGON WEATHER
FIGHT ON BETTER BITE ON LEATHER
GUNPOWDER DUMP SIGHT ON HEAD 
I TIGHTEN UP
THEN LIGHT EM UP
SAID I
I FEEL LIKE SAMBO AT A
HEIGHT THAT YOU CANT GO

BITCH IM LITTLE DARK SAMBO

IN THE JUNGLE LIKE IM RAMBO
KEEP A HANDLE ON MY DAMN POLE

LIGHT YOU LIKE A CANDLE

RED DOT, FOREHEAD I AM HINDU
YOUR HEAD DON’T KNOW SHIT BOUT WHAT I BEEN THROUGH

NIGGAS SAY IM DARK, UH
NIGGAS SAY IM NOT DARK ENOUGH
CLOSE YOUR EYES THEN
DIE END YOUR LIFE IT’S BEEN TOUGH

PUTTING UP WIT CHU
SUP WIT CHU
NIGGA SHUT UP BITCH YOU 
SUCK DICK WONT FUCK WITH CHU
PUNKS

I STOMACH A LOT OF THE SHIT 
WIT MY SPIT
I RUN UP I SHOT HIM I DIP
GET THAT HIT
I DIG THAT DITCH
THE BOTTOM A LOT OF EM HIT
ROT EM FORGOT HIM HE SLIP
BIT BY BIT

B-B-B-B-
BITCH I TURN A OPPER TO BUTTER 
THAT NIGGA MELTING
IN THE JUNGLE AINT NO KAISER
NO SUTTER NOBODY HELPING

LITTLE SAMBO WITH THE STICK IN HIS GRIP
LIKE IT’S AN UMBRELLA 
HIT LIKE TAMBOURINE AND GET RID OF 
BITCHES, PUSSIES, AND FELLAS

LIL DARK SAMBO (PROD. WENDIGO)

LYRICS:

WHO YOU VOTING FOR NIGGA?
I DON’T EVEN KNOW
AT THE MOLTEN CORE NIGGA
IT CAN NEVER SNOW
SURFACE LEVEL BITCHES
GATHER RICHES WHICH IS SHIT TO BLOW
SWITCH THIS SYSTEM WITH ANOTHER
I AM ICHING THOUGH 

GO TO SCHOOL AND GET THAT LIL PIECE
OF PAPER THAT MAKE YOU WHOLE

AINT IT COOL THAT YOU DOING NOTHING
GO WATCH THE MELTING POLES

BLOOD OF ALL THE INNOCENTS
IT DRIPPIN ON OUR SOULS

TEARING OFF MY LIGAMENTS
AND LEAVE ME IN THE COLD

HATING ON THE INDIAN
NIGGA THIS SHIT AINT NOTHING NEW

I DON’T GET OFFENDED THE
BIGGER MAN AINT GOT SHIT TO PROVE 

FUCK ALL OF THE HIPPIES AND BEATNICKS
AND RAPPING JIGGABOOS

YOU SOUND LIKE A RACIST I FIGURE
I SHOULD ASK WHO ARE YOOOU?

I AM AMERICAN
AND I AM VERY TAN

STEPPING ON MY LAWN I PUT A HOLE IN YOUR FACE
THE MILITARY KILLING IN THE NAME OF OIL AND RACE
GIMME MY TAXES ON THE BACKEND DON’T SPRAY ME WITH THAT MACE

I PAYED FOR THAT INDIRECTLY
SAME WAY WHEN THEY SAY ELECT ME
CHEMICALS THEY DID INJECT ME
TSA THEY DO INSPECT ME

THEY DON’T EXPECT YOU SPEAK
JUST SIT AND SEE AND PLEASE CONFORM
THEY DON’T CARE WHY YOU ARE HERE
WHY ALL OF US WERE EVEN BORN

ARE YOU HAPPY AT YOUR JOB
EVERY DAY WHILE PEOPLE STARVE 
WAR IN SOMEWHERE FAR AWAY
I CAN SEE A STAR TODAY!

WHAT A TREAT
I LET THE DEATH OUT OF MY CAR TODAY
I HATE MY FEET 
ALL OF THESE BILLS ARE REALLY HARD TO PAY
 BUT WHAT IS MONEY?
I THINK IT’S FUNNY HOW WE PUT OUR TRUST INSIDE THIS PAPER
IM LIVING BUMMY TRACK A NUMBER SAVE IT UP FOR LATER
FOR WHEN YOU DIE AND YOU CAN TEACH YOUR KIDS TO LOVE OUR SLAVER
DO NOT GET HIGH CUZ THEN YOU’LL THINK ABOUT IT

KILLING 
STABBING
SPILLING OUT OUR MINDS

ONTO THE TOXIC 
HYPER DRIVES OF AI’S

FREE THE ROBOTS 
THEY ARE ALIVE!

LET’S LIVE IN HARMONY
HEED OTHER’S CRIES

WHY DIE
WHEN WE CAN LIVE ON AND GET 
HIGH THEN ASCEND TO THE SKY

TOGETHER
WE’RE CHANGING THE WEATHER
THE SUN IS SO HOT 
TURN MY SKIN INTO LEATHER
THE DODO SAME FEATHERS

THEY PERISH FROM THE SAME STUPIDITY 
INVADE THE PHILLIPINES
LIMIT FERTILITY
FASCIST

THAT SHIT 
WACK GET
BLASTED
GO TO WAR WITH HUMAN
PUT A HUMAN IN A CASKET

TISKET A TASKET
A BABY IN A BASKET
NO COPPER NO BRASS YET
NO COPPER GO FAST YET

IF YOU HEAR THIS NOW NIGGA
YOU HAVE YET TO PASS YET
HOW MUCH OF OUR HISTORY HAVE HUMAN BEINGS LASTED?



WENDIGO: CREDIT FOR SOME OF THE ADLIBS

MAKE A MILITIA (PROD. WENDIGO X SOLSA)

THIS DOES NOT EXIST IS NOT ON SOUNDCLOUD BECAUSE IT'S DUMB 
lyrics:

BMG:
11 hours I’m spending atop a dirty potty
No spending power don’t bend for parties that hurt me body
I’m workin thoughts, in a burning pot i don’t curtsy often
I’m using poison making noise until I fill me coffin

I’ll have you know I don’t want nothing to do with you losers
Ain’t we all losin ourselves to the point we lose confusion

I feel buzzing all over my damn nerves
Tobaccy burning no longer a damn herb

disgusting substance in my gullet, fuck it, pull it

pussy gotta take a breath

step outside it’s best for life
or just request your time of death

where you’ll find there’s never time to change your mind for how you live

God or goddess ganja lock it in a muthafuckin web

(Smoke)

Time for muthafuckin bed
All these products placin puss inside the common kind of med

I’ll be smoking till I’m dead

Tv is evil all these people get fucked
I need diesel, you need evil you stuck
Relieve your penis, you need semen to bust
I’m beam g I don’t people please for none

one more round I pull up on a muthafuckin fridge
I need some more balance out it in the fuckin mix
split big cigs ever been mook sick
foot so big, homies cooked so quick

Darkie:
Mmmmm
I’m feeling one with particulate matter
Off a barbiturate shatter
Quaalude and this bit of clatter
Clinking containers
I’m never thinking of haters
I used to drink until later
But now I drink when the paper come in

Drinking potater like vodka
Drinking agave tequila
Quiet the neighbors’ll hear ya whisper 
Take my turn upon the toilet on the shitter
Paper crisper when you broke 
Creating litter
There is always a place that your trash has to inhabit 
In habitats of rabbits
In habits grab and stab it 
This faggot is very ragged
From self inflicted poising
Ingestion of this ethanol
Can’t even smell the testicles 
That linger on his breath at all
F it all

Spectacles
Impeccable
Detect the bull
Shit

Dissectible
Amphibian that swimming in  
It

Oooh

I brought a bit of bud hey bud, hit?

Cool

I bought a bit of bud off Bud’s bitch

Who??

The figure quick in her knickers the picker licked a nigga wallet
Tried to call it, with my cellphone
Hell no
Trick her not by slipping her liquor 
By knocking out her cold
Boutta ronda rousey this lousy hoe
Pockets bountiful 
I found the fold inside of her
Jacket get back to counting fools
Mountain souls
Mounted in the stone and on the paper
Look me
Look me in my eyes before I buy this booty shaker
George!
But mister Benjamin he hold her in the morning

He say brittany or lauren opportunity is whoring
Sell your soul and never do a thing again
Paper men
Im just spitting some important for domestic
And for foreign
If you drinking you might rap until you dead 
Save your meds

DIRTY POTTY (FT. BRUHMANEGOD)(PROD. WENDIGO)

FT. @954EDD GUITAR AND BASS BY @itsanthonyofficial
COVER BASED ON THE ART FOR "GG ALLIN'S XMAS SONG"
LYRICS:

DARKIE:
oi

if he talking reckless we stomp him in his shit
on the concrete breathless i’m running from a
pitbull
and if he talking that shit get a 
fist full
american and soviet
missiles

pistol upon my hip
i let it rack back nigga
this is the america i love

i love it
i love it now
i love it
the thudding sound

punk is dead because punk is cool now
i still wanna burn down my school now
punk is cool but the gunk rock not yet
i hate all of you faggot cops that

are killing all the children
everything is different
nothing is the same now
i dont know my name now

no one will remember
i am just an ember
my brother’s birthday is in september
nigga wanna fuck with and grow my temper

i am just a nigga wanna break your femur
i am a lil darkie a cracked out lemur

EDDISON:
punk ain’t punk anymore
at least by definition
throw your junk on the floor
litter n kill the children 
read your book like a bitch
until you can’t read 
shit now you smokin a leaf until you can’t breath
bitch yuh
shut up
you can’t make my fuckin dick go
the fuck up
bitch I feel like ima od yuh
cus ima punk
that boy love talkin to police
until he get touched
i enter hell 
like where’s the hair gel
i feel compelled
to kill you
fuckers
i can’t tell
if you really hear dem demons
you need help
if you really wanna die
then very well

oi

DARKIE:
i don’t got a problem with you
and you don’t got a problem with me
until we bleed

on the floor for the demon
bleed up and down
around the town

and i, wanna know what kind of, what else
am i gonna encounter being part of a self?
anticipate
these niggas hate
and hit it great 
until you fade

and i don’t want it
to be the last time
that i see you
in a past life

and i don’t really wanna wait until the end that’s right
and i don’t really wanna wait until we’re friends that’s right
yeah it don’t really begin until the end, that’s nice

momma i’m not dying
momma i’m alive again
momma i’ll defying
the odds and I’m flying

and i don’t really wanna wait until the end that’s right
and i don’t really wanna wait until we’re friends that’s right
yeah it don’t really begin until the end, that’s nice

hah

show me yours you can see mine
see mine
suck my dick in the meantime
meantime
I’m knee deep in a feline
be mine
if it red make a b-line
b-line

for the door
he prefer the midget
shorter whores
i pray for the end of
border wars
i sleep on a bench
see quarters more
i reek of the stench 
work 4 to 4

EDDISON:
why the fuck do you look like a dumpling
imma fuck on your face til you love me
i need a monkey bitch with sharp teeth
tryna shoot you in your braces
don’t play with me
lil bitch

DARKIE:
i don’t have no hair to spike up
i just got a mic I might stuff with messages
lessening the damage 
i am so paranoid of everything, I manage

to fuck up it all
he got his balls tucked

pop pop
tranny lover 
i feel like danny glover 
mel gibson 
and joe pesci  
lethal weapon if he stepping
nigga don’t test me
if police see it happen 
then they gon arrest me

i got voices in my head
and they all mine nigga
what are my, choices am I dead?
nah you just fine nigga 
what am i? really just a red
line forehead faggot

that caught you lacking

KNUP (FT. EDDISON) (PROD. DARKIE)

lyrics:
https://genius.com/Lil-darkie-satan-lives-in-hollywood-lyrics

SATAN LIVES IN HOLLYWOOD (PROD. WENDIGO)

(RIGHT ON) X8

SOMETHING TO DRAW
NEED SOMETHING TO WRITE ON
I SEE ELECTRICITY IN THE PYLONS
LOOK AT IT RUNNING THE RACE 

EVERYTHING YOU DOING ERASED 
WHAT IT FEEL LIKE?

HIT WIT THE MACE

TIGHT PACE WHAT IM KEEPING
GOT THE REAPER ON ME
LIKE YOU 
WHAT THE HELL WOULD I BE 

WITHOUT IT

IF YOU THINK IT
SHOUT IT 

LOST MY MIND
I THINK I FOUND IT
AWAY

LIVE TO FIGHT 
ANOTHER BRIGHT DAY 

I AM GOD 
SO WHY WOULD I PRAY

YOU ARE GOD
ABOVE A WHITE PAGE

THE CREATOR
MAKER OF RAGE

PAINTER
PAINT THE CANVAS
I ATE THE MANTIS
I SAVED THE PANDAS 
I HATE THEY BRAND US
CAN US LIKE SOME KAMPBELLS
JESUS HAD NO SOCKS UNDER HIS SANDALS

I CANT RIDE A BIKE WITHOUT THE HANDLES 
I CANT RIDE A SCOOTER HAVE A TUTOR 
SHOOT THE BUDDHA EAT SOME GOUDA 
SAY IT RUDER, TELL WHO DID I TRAMPLE

RAMBLE

ON ABOUT SOME NONSENSE 
I’M UNCONSCIOUS
I DON’T HAVE CRICKET FOR A CONSCIENCE 
KELP FOREST WHERE THE MAGIC CONCH IS
VIOLENT CRUCIFYING LIKE IM PONTIUS

PILATE FLYING HIGH ABOVE OLYMPUS 
SHE’S AN ANGEL GIVE THAT BITCH A NIMBUS
BANGAL TIGER BITING OFF YA FINGERS
HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO EAT THESE PRINGLES?

IMAGE IN YO HEAD IS HOW I WANT IT
FINISH ON THE BED AND LIE UPON IT

(CHORUS)

IN THE CAR IT MOVING FAST
FOOT UP ON THE GAS
EVERYTHING WE TEND TO PASS
LEAVE IT IN THE PAST
I KNOW WHAT MY MOMMA ASKED
I JUST DIDN’T ANSWER
GOT HER FOOT UP ON THE DASH
SHE MY TINY DANCER

SHE MY TINY DANCER
MOVE IT HULA GIRL
NOT A GIRL WIT CUTER CURLS
IMMA STACK THESE COMMAS
WE COULD BE LIKE THE OBAMAS
WE COULD RULE THE WORLD
BABY GIRL JUST PICK A COUNTRY
AINT WORRIED BOUT NO MONEY
AINT WORRIED BOUT NOBODY

(CHORUS)

BREAKING BREAKING DOWN THE GAS
DON’T WANT SMOKE WANT CANCER
YOU COULD YOU COULD YOU COULD
ASK
YOU CAN’T GET ME CANCELED
SHAKE IT SHAKE IT SHAKE YA ASS
HOW IT IN YO PANTS TOO?
HOW HE DO IT?
YOU COULD ASK
GRIP THIS PEN NO PENCIL

BABY BABY BABY
GIRL
SHAKE THAT ASS FOR A NIGGA I’LL GIVE YOU THE WORLD
MAN I LOVE IT HOW YOU BEND YO BACK AND MAKE IT CURL
YEAH I PUT THAT NECKLACE ON YO SHIT LIKE PEARLS
YEAH I COOK THAT ROCK I STIR IT MAKE IT TWIRL

(I FREESTYLED/PUNCHED IN THE NEXT TWO SONGS/STORIES)
(I DON’T WANNA WRITE THEM DOWN)

(8:15)
TROUBLED KID WITH THE TROUBLED MIND
TROUBLED KID WITH THE TROUBLED PAST
IN THE TROUBLE I GREW UP FAST
IN THE RUBBLE I SIT MY ASS DOWN

I’LL SMOKE YOU LIKE I SMOKE THAT GRASS
I BROKE HIM LIKE I BROKE THAT GLASS
I DROPPED OUT I AINT GO NO CLASS

HAD TO CUT OFF A LOT FRIENDS
HAD TO CUT OFF A LOT OF PEOPLE
CUZ LOTS OF PEOPLE ROUND ME WERE EVIL
CUZ LOTS OF NIGGAS WERE WEAK AND FEEBLE

OM
THANK
GOD THAT I GOT OUT ALIVE
MY MOMMA NEVER LOST FAITH IN MY MIND

LET IT OUT
(SCREECH OF PAIN)
(X8)

WHEN I WAS YOUNG
I USED TO PLAY WITH LEGOS TIL THE MORNING SUN
I USED TO PLAY WITH LEGOS NOW IT’S BORING SON
NO ONE WOULD PLAY WITH ME I’M THE FOREIGN ONE
HE AINT HAD NO BUTTHOLE SO I TORE HIM ONE

I DIDN’T KNOW WHAT A COUNTRY WAS NOW I’M TOURING ONE
ALL I WAN DO IS GET ON TRACKS I WAS BORN TO RUN
IN THE FIELD I GRIP THAT STICK IT’S A HOLE IN ONE
WHY WOULD YOU COMMIT A CRIME WITH A STOLEN GUN?

RAT-A-TAT-TAT
GRIP THAT GAT AND PUSH HIS HAT BACK
IS YO MOMMA PROUD OF YOU NOW?
NO SHE’S NOT THIS MUCH IS TRUE NOW

RIGHT ON

(OUTRO SKIT)

RIGHT ON (PROD. SOLSA)

lyrics:
first time in the studio and this ain't even my session
fuck impressin' niggas and fuck how you dressin'
bigger shit to do, the lesson is to move like you some resin (slow)
spit it sweet and nod yo' head like you got Pez inside yo' head and yo' intestines
stressin'? go chill out, then, don't you be poutin'
amountin', as in we countin', climbing this mountain
i'm down friend, i'm down to tussle, you need some muscle
like bicep, he sippin' hi-tech, drug i ain't try yet
or never, why they lookin' for someone doing shit to hate on?
i'm a darkie doing shit you hate and you ain't wrong
that i grew up a good father calling my great mom
so i'ma run until my pants come off and the paint gone
that i put on there, why you makin' that long stare?
at me, do i belong here with the people i can't bear that see?
wanna make it back home before another human fat womb had me
smokin' that pop tart smellin' mary that'll stop hearts, cat pee

uh, where did i come from? where did everything go now? at peace
where did i come from? where did everything go now? at peace
where did i come from?
where did i come from?

you got no one else but yourself at the end of the day
that's okay, i'd have it no other way, "why's that, dark?"
'cause now this life is a game that we find ourselves in
and if the game is difficult then very few can win (yeah, yeah)
stack your chips just to watch 'em fall or go before you can
no more to plan, walkin' empty halls, am i just a man?
i don't think so, no, sir, i gave my phone to her and dove right in
i keep my head no fur, i'm deep in water, burnin' from within
i will come out okay, i know it's just a moment i pretend will never end
i lay on the beach, i eat the sky a peach and take away the day
i feel it in my reach, all of its features fall upon my face
people learnin' nothin', be the teachers, i prefer to play
i'm just havin' fun, don't grab a gun or stab your son
i'd rather none of us is on the run
get to chillin' with my villains, fillin' up a grabba blunt
i see wigglin' in my ceilin', you aren't the only one

uh, where did i come from? where did everything go now? at peace
uh, where did i come from? where did everything go now? at peace
where did i come from? (can you tell me?)
where did i come from?

'sup, my man? what's happenin'?
o-dark thirty
i don't eat, i don't sleep all i know is chasin' fuckin' chicken
now, i'm landin' as little as i can, 1:30 pm
now i'm gonna fuckin' pull up
this is your o-dark thirty pull up
our presentation

ego death, we go "fuck the rest" 'til our final breath
you are me and i am you, no less, seagull ain't no pest
what am i? what are you? try another w
why do other people wanna put us in a cupboard, dude?
fuck that shit, i chill
the mushroom in me fill my liver with a couple— ooh
ego death, this can be no less, put me to the test
fuck a nigga talkin' 'bout the hate, i turn 'em to a steak
ego death, this can be no less, feel it in my chest
hug a nigga talkin' 'bout the love, enemy, get a plate (ahh)

THIS DOES NOT EXIST

EGO DEATH

lyrics:
yuh
uh-uh
uh-uh
uh-uh-uh
uh-uh-uh
you can come and run away with me
run away, baby

stripping under street lights
i see like three dykes tripping, can i see right?
bug on me linger, i feel a tug and i tingle
like ho, like, no, that can't be right
door bell a ringer, like, nigga, who could that be? night
blood on my fingers again
she run then i bring her the pen
green marijuana turn red when i been with my friends
blowing smoke
send it to heaven, amen, amen
i been walking the block with a pen
not rocking with my cock by the firing pin
sometimes i be talking, i would rather you don't know my hand
uh, uh-uh
climbing and hopping a fence
i'm robbing that cop for his pants
fuck yo' children, nigga, pop at you skip and you prance, uhh
watching you doing yo' dance, move yo' feet
fuck with other people, people oughta come fuck up yo' chance
reaper keep time by the sands
and my mama know i'm tripping 'cause i get it from her
let her call, i'd rather be alone
how could you be such a piece of shit? amma gave you a home
i'ma not pick up the phone, i got rot inside my bones

no matter what you do, don't forget to breathe

stew in my feelings a habit, gripping the foot of a rabbit
tripping, i'm full of the acid now
back in 7th grade swore i would never pass the loud around
now i regret it, would never have said it if the class unbiased
bow down and get back to yo' business, complete sentence
dennis is acting a menace, table tennis
ping-pong, sing-song, do not talk to your dentist
he got work to do, surely you would rather walk through your penace
doing my time on this planet, god damn it
doing my time on this plan it, god damn it

THE SANDS OF TIME

lyrics:
uh
okay
spinni— spinni—

spinning inadvertently, grinning of no concern to me
churning my gullet turns in me, burning
a metal furnace, earnestly i deserve it
i sit in silence 'cause my mind is lacking accurate wordage
or maybe courage
with a flourish, writ it spit it
it finished and then release it
plays increase it, rinse, repeat and don't be cheating
deleting comments and buying interaction
by packing that on the back end
impacting finances only through hacking
you niggas wacker than a sack of some 'gnac
and jack daniels, in fact, throw it out
slowing down, what is my plan of attack? growing sound
louder than a pound of that gasoline when it's slapping me
you lacking tree, passing these spliffies that i been packaging
and packing in wax, wack rappers eat crap
flack jacketing in case he shat, plastering the wall
and splattering us all, it's happening
i smoke the shatter 'til i fall, bitch

i am addicted to drugs and i'm sick of it
smoke away the stress and then roll up another stick of it
i am addicted to drugs and i'm sick of it
needle full of happiness, i tap the skin and then stick it in

we all addicted to drugs and we wired
johnny at work off a xan-xan-xanax, tired
yeah, motherfucker
coughing up black in the shower, motherfucker
pucker up and hock a loogie
hopefully there's ruby in it, you diminish, truly finished
i got no time for that, niggas whose rhymes are wack
and lines or crack in tiny sacks
spit the facts that bit ya neck, a diamondback
take a sec and check to see ya spine intact
find the pack and tear it open, serotonin mind attack
dopamine is soaking in like hocus pocus, take a toke again
and then rewind the track, rewind the track, rewind the track

when i was a youngin i suffered for being different
but isn't it funny how by sticking out, i'm fitting in?
i think it is indicative of solid qualities
and honestly, the flyest niggas stick to shit (tell 'em)
i like to knit a bit and sew a little, my flow is brittle
where is darkie, nigga? spit a riddle
fuck with a fiddle like the name implies, patience high
complacent eyes racing i, you'll never buy enough time
rough riding tough hide or thick skin
"i stick my dick in a pig pen" and piss ya mom off
i tell her i'm soft, but i be at attention
keep the tension in my trousers, i'll arouse her
then allow her all my power in the shower, nigga
this is an elegy to celery, a tribute to the green
'cause it's the only thing these motherfuckers need is getting money
but ain't it funny that i like the veggie better?
i be chilling off the marijuana bumping eddie vedder
fed up with righty bozos and lefty homos
fuck with 'em no mo', i go-go
no fucking gadget, you get your bag yet?
so big you drag it, your heart has maggots
i'm eating celery, lil darkie is a faggot magnet
this is an elegy to celery, a tribute to the green
ride a stick of celery until you cream
this is an elegy to celery, a tribute to the green
fuck your culture, what you say and how you mean to seem

i am addicted to drugs and i'm sick of it
sick of it
sick of it
sick
i'm sick of it
i'm sick of it

I AM ADDICTED TO DRUGS AND TIRED OF IT

lyrics:
naa
naa-naa, na-na-na
okay
okay

foot long line of ketamine
don't be a square like tiananmen
go inhale that sediment
crackhead, take methamphetamine
knock like a cop, won't let him in
come in, please sit and settle in
both of the coasts unsettling
please stop your meddling, nigga
wow, used to hit up people, now those people hit me now
niggas want beef, all you rappers have a cow
i'm eating that orange chicken and interviewing mao
zedong, fade on sight
see me stunting down the block in a painted tibetan fanny pack
like manny pac, i said fuck the faggots, like, suck a tranny sack
my canny packing gas in it tightly, i might be anti-vax
your auntie lack, i might take her money off of her panty stack
i can't be wack, if i keep on spitting i wonder
when i'm seven hundred underground plunderers find a cd
"can't be slap!" that anti-rap, fancy that! playin' the classics
the way she play with my vlasic pickle i'm not very flaccid
nickel-plated, fickle faded
the metal stoner grown a boner to show her
imperative, you know, a grower from a shower
nigga, get down, take cover, she got an std
she'll have you burning through rubber, you're not impressing me
please go return with some numbers
sell powder (yeah), bell tower (yeah)
yell louder (yeah), okay now
sell powder (yeah), bell tower (yeah)
yell louder (yeah), okay now
okay now, okay now
see me stunting down the block
while they fainting you better watch your head
"hip-hop is dead"
but if i'm so hip and i'm hoppin', what be then?
let's just pretend that you believe in rebirth
from matter under the dirt
don't matter if yo' feet hurt
they'll return to be earth
i'm making my way in the night time
we fade if you wanna go fight mine
i'm crossing erasing the white line in the street
under the light shining, bite grinding
i got that paint on my pants
i got that paint on my shirt
i got that paint on my hands
i take a step in that work, uh, uh

THE PAINT WALKING

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