yes, you are the man and in my head you're my man but that's just in my head homie

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BARSFAT! (FT. LIL DARKIE) (Prod. Mutru)

UPSET W/ LIL DARKIE [PROD. WENDIGO]

Killtak:
semi bites and once it bites your bit
snatch him up and he'll fight a bit 
lose conscious and any right to live

i might just die in this bitch

he fucking sucks and he wont make it far
he tighten up while i stay on guard
he talking tuff but he plays no part

my lord may he depart

he learned his lesson but he aint learn enough
and chopper spark they think i give a fuck
you fucking duck but you cannot run
bitch toughen up or you'll end up done
i know it sounds harsh but it needs to end
bitch fuck your clique and fuck your friends
and when i die i wont descend 
but if i die i wont ascend

bitch talking i pop a lot he might die tonight
he running up i gun hit his upper right
do this shit for fun oh yes i wanna fight
rip right big pipe sirens its a big light

walk witta blade i dont walk with a butter knife
i got sum shit tucked that will take your fucking life
he wanna meet well pick a date and a fucking time
big line out now hope i get gunned down

Darkie:
RIP TIDE TEARING YOU APART YOU GET EATEN UP
BEATEN UP
I BE AT THE MOVIE GIVE YA SEATEN UP
NIGGA WANNA FUCK WITH IT
MICROWAVE SHIT BE HEATING UP
NIGGA WANNA PUT IN THE BLUNT
BUT THE NUG AINT EVEN UP

BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM!

I AM NOT A NIGGA IM TOON (TOON)
SHE RIDING ON MY DICK AND I BOOM (BOOM)
IM DYING HOPE I SEE THE LIGHT SOON (SOON)

IM FLYING LIKE IM METAKNIGHT ZOOM (ZOOM!)
UH, I PUT A NIGGA ON MY FADE, RUN IT
I MAKE INCISION WITH MY BLADE, DONE IT
I HAD AND VISION AND I MADE, SOMETHING 

SOMETHING 
SOMETHING 
WHAT THEN?
NOTHING

FUCK A SCHOOL 
AND FUCK A BELIEF

I SMOKE ON ITY
CHRONIC
CONTAGIOUS
NIGGA MIGHT SAY THAT IT BUBONIC
RUNNING LIKE I WANNA CATCH SONIC

KEEP A AK
KEEP A MOTHER FUCKING STICK
HE A BEYBLADE
HE BE SPINNING FROM HIS HIP
YEAH THEY SAY THEY
WITH THE SHIT BUT THEY ARE NOT
YELLING MAYDAY
AS THEY FALLING FROM THE TOP

GROCKU NO CHIN CHIN
I KEEP THAT PECKER MY WEAPON
I GRIP A DICK IF YOU STEPPING
I SEE THAT FELLER HE STEP IN
SIDE OF MY HOUSE IMMA WET HIM
IN LESS THAN A SECOND

MUSIC FOR NIGGAS

MUSIC ft. LIL DARKIE (prod. SOLSA)

GET OUT OF MY ROOM (PROD. WENDIGO)

fl.vco lyrics:

(Got the mob and Im stomping Em)
(It’s the mind of apocalypse)

Glurp a goster I couldn’t find him an imposter picked an apple copter to fly around my froggy hopter imma zebra stripe with a fork and a knife
along the corpse in the night imma forfeit her fight Im pussy 

Glurp high fives glop

And we’ll be meetin down inside the slop crop

Glurp high fives glop 

Another body we done feed on non stop

(Got the mob and Im stomping Em)
(It’s the mind of apocalypse)

(Darkie and fl.vco)

fl.vco - Im glurp 

Darkie - and I’m glop 

Together - this is the slop flop

Darkie lyrics : 

*proceeds to murder the beat*

Edds lyrics 

*also proceed to murder the beat*

GLURP GLOP N DA SLOP FLOP (FT. LIL DARKIE X EDDISON) (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)

I’M IN PAIN
MOTHER FUCKER

IN MY BRAIN
THAT SHIT HOT

IN MY BRAIN

FUCK THAT
FUCK THAT 
FUCK YEAH

Y’ALL DON’T GET HIGH ENOUGH
DON’T GET HIGH ENOUGH
I DON’T THINK I BUY ENOUGH
I DON’T THINK I CAN

AH MY BABY SANDY
MY SUGAR
HOT SEX

DICK REAL HOT 
WHEN IT DROP DOWN NECK
SPIT CUM AT HER BACK AND I MAKE HER
THE WHITE DRESS
LIKE BLOOD, SUGAR, SEX AND MAGIC
I SUCK SOME DICK SAY “FUCK THE FAGGOTS”
I DON’T SMOKE CIGS I’M NOT THE FAGGOT TYPE
YOUR BUTTHOLE AIN’T BAD TO GRAB IT RIGHT?
I FUCK THAT HOE MIGHT GO AND GRAB A BITE
SHE SUCK MY DICK BACK AT THE PAD I PIPE PUSSY

THAT SHIT HOT

FAGHOT (PROD. SOLSA)

HUH
WHY YOU BARKING LIKE A FED
OR A TED TALK?
IMMA SKIN HEAD BUT MY HOMIE GOT DREAD LOCS
HUH HUH
JUMPIN ON IT NIGGA MAKE THE BED ROCK
HUH HUH
THUMPING ON THE TRIGGER MAKE A HEAD POP

I HATE ALL THE VIOLENCE 
DREAD NOT

KILLING FOR NO REASON 
HOE THE HERO DON’T LIKE TO FIGHT
YOU APPEAR A DEMON
I HOPE YOU CAN INVITE THE LIGHT
YOU CANNOT CHOOSE YOUR PATH 
IF ALL THE EVIL ENTICING RIGHT?

STUPID ASS MOTHERFUCKER,
MY BROTHER BEING NICE IS TIGHT!

HOE GET OUT THE WAY
GOD IS HERE TO STAY
HIT YOUR KNEES AND PRAY
FUCK THE FEAR AND PAIN

PRAISE IT EVERY DAY
THE ENERGY FIXED IN MY BRAIN
I WANNA BE THE WAY

RED DOT
WHY YOU BARKING LIKE A FED
OR A TED TALK?
IMMA SKIN HEAD BUT MY HOMIE GOT DREAD LOCS
HUH HUH
JUMPIN ON IT NIGGA MAKE THE BED ROCK
HUH HUH
THUMPING ON THE TRIGGER MAKE A HEAD POP

RED DOT
LIKE I WAS A HINDU
I LOOK LIKE MACE WINDU
OH MY GOD KNOW WHAT I BEEN THRU
I LOVE BUDDHA BUT I SIN TOO
I’M THE BALD BROWN NIGGA YOU LISTEN TO

IN MY SOCKS AND SANDALS
ALL THESE GLOCKS I HANDLE
LIGHT YOU UP LIKE CANDLE
POT GOT A HANDLE

IMMA KILL THIS RAKSHASA
SPILL HIS GUTS I GOT
PILLS DON’T POP A LOT
I FEEL MY ROCKS A LOT BIGGER

I HOPE I NEVER HAVE TO GO AND DO YOU LIKE THAT
ALL I DO IS WRITE RAPS
SIPPING JACK, NIGHT CAP
BRING THE CHORUS RIGHT BACK

(CHORUS)

I don’t know why all these niggas they wanna be hard
I don’t know why all these niggas they wanna be seen wit me 
But never support 
Friend of my nigga is friend of me bigger than forever more 
Whatever whore 
Im on the shit
You cannot sniff 
I take a whiff
And break in the door

Door sound
“Hello”

I keep a turret on top of the porch
I’m gripping the torch 
Leaving em scorched 
Burned

You are the worm 
I am the spider I turn like a lighter
Put you in a urn

A stick of the fern
That I wanna breathe 
I see that you heave 
I hope that you leave 

Go away 

Living in peace so you cannot appease 
The devil today

RED DOT (PROD. SOLSA)

THEY ARE STANDING AT THE DOOR 
WITH THE BLOWER IN THEY HAND 
READY TO PUT YOU ON THE FLOOR

FUCK THEM NIGGAS
FUCK THEM NIGGAS
FUCK THEM NIGGAS

WHATCHU KNOW
GOT A STOGGIE IN MY HAND
HE THREW LIL HOMIE TO THE FLOOR

FUCK THEM CIGGAS
FUCK THEM CIGGAS
FUCK THEM 

CIGGARETTES
YOU AINT MET MY NIGGAS YET
ASKING ME FOR SHIT YOU MUST THINK
THIS AINT SOMETHING BIGGER YET
HOW YOU FIGURE THAT?
WAY HE DO IT LIKE HE WANT IT
YOU UNWANTED
UNICONIC

GO MAKE TRILLERS
GO BREAK CEILINGS
GO HURT FEELINGS
GO MAKE MILLIONS

YOU’LL MAKE MILLIONS OF IT 
THE MORE THE PROFIT
THE BETTER
ON THE NEWS WITH NEW CHET UBETCHA
AND WE CHATTING BOUT GETTING CHEDDAR

BLUNT ASH ON MY SWEATER
DRAW MYSELF, THAT’S GETTING META
THINK YOU BRAVE GRIPPING THE METAL
LA BROAD DAY SUNNY WEATHER

I’M JUST TRYNA SMOKE ON MY PETAL 

FUCK YOU NIGGAS IN THE ASS
I’M ACCOMPLISHING A TASK
LOVING PEOPLE IN A MASS AMOUNT
DROPPING OUT 
I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHAT THIS CLASS ABOIUT

TEACH ME BUSINESS 
TEACH ME TAXES
FIX OUR MASSES 

niggas think I’m black
nigga i’m indian
get off of my back
all races are synonyms

for any stupid human sack
that can walk the block and talk
that got a pussy or a cock
that grip a dick a stick or rock

FUCK DO YOU MEAN
I DONT POP BEANS UNLESS IT WIT RICE

I DO NOT DRIVE I PEDAL THESE BIKES
I SMOKE A BLUNT THE PEDAL BE NICE

I SMOKE A JOINT IT LOOK LIKE A ELBOW
BELIEVE IN GOD AINT GOING TO HELL THO
HELL NO

I KEEP STICK LIKE THE CROSS
I SHOOT THAT LOVE AT WHO I COME ACROSS
I’M NOT TOO WORRIED HOW I COME ACROSS

I KNOW WHO I AM
I’M THE MAN

MICHAEL HE LIVE IN A VAN
MIGHT GO TO VENICE EAT MOLÉ AND JAM

I’M MAKING RACKS I GOTTA DO TAXES
YOU IS SO BROKE THAT WE IN DIFFERENT BRACKETS

I FILE QUARTERLY
MAKE SURE THEY ORDERLY
YOU WONDER WHERE COULD THAT QUARTER BE

IF YOU A RICH NIGGA DO A BACKFLIP
I DON’T CARE BOUT THIS RAP SHIT
I JUST WAN MAKE MY MUSIC TAKE A NAP BITCH

I’M THAT NIGGA LIKE ALL OF THE TIME
YOU A WINNER WHEN YOU EATING DINNER
STRAIGHTEN YOUR SPINE

CHET (PROD. SOLSA)

a rare track that was on 25 CD copies of the SWAMP DRAINED album

CHET (PROD. SOLSA)

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