Darkie gotta cook more songs like this and king of California fr

OMNIPOTENCE

lyrics: 

there’s no point, they have won
take our daughters and our sons
make more slaughter with our guns 
everyone is alive for to make mo funds

if you can hear this song
then something somewhere’s going wrong
then you might be alive meaning you’re not gone
then you might have decided to put it on

in the pad like a frog sitting on a pond
cuz there’s no point, they have won  
take our daughters and our sons
make more slaughter with our guns 
everyone is alive for to make mo funds

if you can hear this song
it’s cuz it’s 2021 
or they have not yet dropped the bombs
or maybe just not launched em all 

i'm smoking that impossible 
so i will not act volatile 
i know it’s not responsible 
but that is my response to bull shit

i feel unstoppable
under my shorts i have a full dick 
it is improbable 
that you would have the balls to pull it

if you were gripping the trigger
would you make like Adolf Hitler
or would you just sit on twitter
saying how you want to kill yourself

das that shit i'm sick of 
there aint shit to hit below yo belt
you a fucking quitter 
i hope your entire life is hell

why you sound so bitter darkie?
cuz when i'm close to giving up

and i'm considering shoving all i’ve done up my butt
i remember what my father told me when i-i was young
no one really gives a fuck about your life until it’s done

they have won

take our daughters and our sons
make more slaughter with our guns 
everyone is alive for to make mo funds

if you can hear this song
then something somewhere’s going wrong
then you might be alive meaning you’re not gone
then you might have decided to put it on

from the front to the back
pe-po somou mo-at
a cou puthaum a
a cou puthaum a-at

a cou puthaum a
i could put that on myself
boku namae wa
mister put yo ass up on a shelf

hai, dozo let’s begin
get yo ass inside the ring
in my dojo im the king
i will send yo ass to heaven 

if it mean i keep that belt
if it mean that i’m the champion
i will go through any thing 
the universe just doesn't give a 
fuck about the pain you’ve felt

the little voice tell me give up
a demon with two angel wings
he making everything tough 
cuz he don't wanna see me win

are you down with ending up
regretting wishes in the bin 
cuz you aint wanna try enough

i swear upon my everything that i will never give up
destroy what hell and heaven bring like i am lord shiva
strike fear into my enemies i make the demon shiver
i will turn the blood inside yo people’s veins into a river 

there’s no point, they have won

take our daughters and our sons

there’s no point, on your sword
so what the fuck do you got it for?
there’s no points, on your score
everyone is alive for to make more gore

if you can hear this song
then i have let you live this long
then i let you remain upright
you fucking coward stay and fight 
both of my fists put out your lights!

FIGHT! (PROD. BRAHMAN)

I AM ADDICTED TO DRUGS AND TIRED OF IT (no outro)

XANMAN (FT. LIL DARKIE) (PROD. SOLSA)

Souljaspirits - Old Hunnids' ft Nutso Thugn

I enter Saturn with a flying lab rat in my book bag
Walking round a Venus fly trap in my nap sack
Going 88 on the fucking blast back
I got everybody saying you’re no good kid
Oh you’re no good kid, oh you’re no good kid
I hear the piggies saying they’ll tow my whip
Imma blast that shit, imma blast that shit
I smell like Backwood smoke and I’m high rolling
And I’m high rolling, and I’m high rolling
I hear the engine blow with my eyes closing
Yeah my eyes closed lids, yeah my eyes closed
You come see me just to get your fucking back cracked
A thousand bear traps couldn’t stop me get my money fat
What I meant to say was two concrete slabs
You wanna take a shot or maybe take a few stabs?
Wipe your feet off at the door this is a crime scene
I’m mixing Everclear with my fucking Visine
Cuz my eyes red stoned and I’m high when I’m fighting
Metal lining bones, elbow knives just for slicing
Speed run my death and I clip Into hell
Akimbo katanas will rip through them well
Your souls looking weak, lookin’ good for a meal
My skin off white looking like I’m mad ill
I’m real life Spike, Cowboy shit I’m in flight
When you go through space you only moving at night
It’s a little hard to see when past and future in sight
I’m pissed too quick this shit ain’t right

[Interlude: Sideshow Bob]
Very well. I shall send you to Heaven, before I send you to Hell

[Verse 2: Sugs]
I’m a dummy and a shitbag, what you mad for?
Nuke-aholic dropping warheads through the blast door
Parking lot of Dunkin doin’ donuts in the RAV4
With another bitch, you know she badder than my last whore
Bitch I’m really spazzed, me and Lucy like the Task Force
Movin’ with the K9’s, and we kickin’ through your back door
Heard yo shit and took a nap, why you always countin racks?
Poppin’ off, I pop him off, how could I not be Johnny Gat?
You come and see me just to get your fuckin’ neck snapped
1000 Bear Traps couldn’t stop me if I want it bad
Maybe whack a few kids, then inhale a few packs
Jack a few whips, maybe whip a few Jags (gangy, ha!)
Hi! Can you take another hit? Why my shirt covered in spit?
Would you like to be my friend? Have a play date with my fist?
Outta sight and overtime, ain’t got a fuck and shite to give
Look em right between the eyes and shove a knife between his ribs
I got nothin for a pig, If they find me do a bid
Sippin’ forties got me bent, turn a 5 into a 10
Goin psycho, imma spite em, it ain’t my fault you entitled
Goin silly, goin sped, suck a willy, suck a dick

[Outro: Lucien Gray & Sugs]
Snuffed the fuck out
If you try to come get it, open that mouth
Blunt guts and 10k stuffed in my couch
I’m bout to take your bitch to Arby’s in a ball gown
She was thinkin we was dating but I’m gone now
Bet I got the biggest bark in the dog pound
Watch me be the mole man, catch me underground
I just saw you at Wendy’s you was crying real loud
(Ay ay ay ay) Snuffed the fuck out!
If you try to come get it, open that mouth!
Blunt guts and 10k stuffed in my couch
I’m bout to take your bitch to Arby’s in a ball gown!
She was thinkin we was dating but I’m gone now!
Bet I got the biggest bark in the dog pound!
Watch me be the mole man, catch me underground!
I just saw you at Wendy’s you was crying real loud!
Ay ay!

1000 BEAR TRAPS REMIX (FEAT. SUGS) [PROD.COHST]

lyrics:
it's okay for music to not be about anything
fucking jesus christ (huh)

put your mind to it and do it, the fluid stewin'
better stir it 'fore it's ruined, goodness sake
ain't no more leaves in the trees, hood is raked but i'm baked
because i got it imported, where they make it at?
i hear the bacon splat, you know we takin' that back home
i put the chrome to the front of your dome and say
"please stop littering and jittering so much"
with a finger i could touch on the trigger like the clutch
switch gears, ditch peers that be rollin' up a dutch
ho, you must be retarded, throwing gas up in the flavorin'
savorin' it much? i'm behaving like a rapper
wrap a wrapper 'round the crutch, raw paper that i'm favorin'
rap music and if it slaps, choose it
if you a fruit bruisin' that mean you shoot twos in
and never threes, nigga, be with my g's, nigga
you fall from trees that probably swarming with bees, nigga
uh, sometimes i forget that every blunt is different
and every hit i take i should be livin' in, but i be stressin'
absent minded, i keep the rats from findin' out
where all my cheese is hidin', i keep it wrapped in bindin'
but then i realize everything has passed me by
and stressin' out has left me worried 'bout your last reply
i have to power through and overcome myself, defy the odds
bitch, i like a challenge, so i might be finding oz
in another life i'd be a bad bitch, savage
cooking up some cabbage you can ravage
nigga, eat up and kick ya feet up, recline ya seat up
holder colder with the ice inside it, i'm enticing, unsurprising
in another life i'd be a big man, cig hand
puffin' on tobacco while i dig mad graves
killin' shit and fillin' it with stuffin', hella rough for nothin'
but the huffin' odor pleasant, eat a pheasant like a peasant kinging

yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh (tell 'em, wendigo)
yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh (that's right, bitch)
sha, sha, sha, sha, sha, sha, sha, sha
sha, sha, sha, sha, sha, sha, sha, sha

wild west sickening, yuh, i ended up 'round here
down here, other side of town, we're
not for the bickering, we be lookin' at the road
where we go, you ain't care enough to know
and the plot more than thickenin', write a story, let it go
that's a mandatory no, foes
outside and lookin' in, or maybe in and lookin' out
be a sinner, that's a route, nigga, shout
that's a wrap

tell 'em, wendigo
hit it, baby, that's a wrap

THIS DOES NOT EXIST

wrap music

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:
ahh, good mourning
not very sad, how boring
everybody else get to wave up grieving
don't wake up, doesn't that sound pleasing?
pussy, you won't, you won't
i don't got time for the threats, you're lying
everything here always end up dying
better get used to it if you gon' be anything at all
fuck it, bury the hatchet but cannot bury the shovel
i become wary, the bubble is gonna pop, uh
married to trouble, i'm getting hairy, the stubble growing
i'm scary, the rubble cover the rocks
uptight, unwilling to change
fuck that, put a pin on my pain with the ink on it
wait, i'ma think on it (forever's a long time)
that's an idea for the wrong mind
if i go cry out my eyes over my sibling
wish i had never lit mary with kindling
never had a doubt until everything dwindling
have you jumped off a building?
i have, my bad, hi, dad, why sad?
i don't got another opportunity
immunity from death, i feel puny than the rest
i feel tiny like a pest, something bigger will be best, stress
do or die, do or die, you're alive
pussy, you won't, you won't
do or die, do or die, you're alive
oh, oh, oh, triple six suck dick when yo' nipple slip out
control yo' self, you ain't fit to flip out
anger problems, i trip
bitch, i once knew a crip
that dyke and i bought some acid
nice and high, to my surprise
she was awry and non-passive
she said, "i got no time for life" then swipe a knife
i'm the one being attacked and
pupil grow, iris blacken
what to do when someone cool, a dude or gal is rude as hell
get out my life, start your packing, uh
like fucking a big bitch, get backing up
i'm stackin' and nickel diming the bag, came up
you are the art work, get tatted up
embedding a bigger diamond in satin rug
yuh, face the facts now, i face the pack down
i raise the dead now, you praise the lead, pow
a son of a gun, i'm gonna be not done
i'ma go and run for the fun of it 'til we got no sun, uh
i'm an anemone way i'm hugging an enemy
no, you won't see the end of me
i ain't hear what you said to me
all the people is dead to me like the back of a centipede
i ain't run, you offending me or annoying me mentally
that's a penalty strike like you grabbing the mic
i fight, i might bite, sight right the light smite shite
the white engulf, grip tight the sulfur
height of the culture, gripe, you vulture, uh
good mourning
birds chirp, the world turn while burning
birds chirp, the world turn while burning
birds chirp, the world turn while burning
do or die, do or die, you're alive
pussy, you won't, you won't
do or die, do or die, you're alive
pussy, you won't, you won't

GOOD MOURNING!

Tell me
Who
Set my heart on fire
Tell me when
My digi girls online
She 22
Ais going fine
they finally shipped
My fucking robot bride
she 5’6" and weigh a few tons
wit pink hair I know she the one
Her chest burst with open lungs
Her heart red but dont pump blood
She digi she don’t breathe like us
She digi she don’t bleed like us
Say shawty
Had to reboot
sorry that she don’t know me
Got the game shark in
bout to be loaded
crank fucking cool tunes
get her coolant flowin
Gonna feed her nuts and bolts
When it’s dinner time
Hope that stuff coming out is some good slime
Cuz I paid too much for a short ride
fuck you mean I can’t bust in these things eyes
With colt mixing beats digi lc
Didn’t think she need the hookup to the a and v
Got surround sound play that new Lg
Got surround sound playing that new Luci
Ay ay ay ay
Im in 3020 making fucking memories
She digi she don’t breathe like us
She digi she don’t bleed like us
You’ll never take my digi girl away
Rocket palms blasting off
anime

robot gf [prod.cohst]

BLOW! (+PROD. MUD+)

hopeless fountain kingdom (Deluxe)

GOOD MOURNING! - Lil Darkie

lyrics: 
I WANT NONE OF
HA
I WANT NONE OF THAT 
LA LA 
UNDERBELLY
LIKE A TON OF CRACK
I PEEL THE CONCRETE BACK
WHAT THE FUCK IS UNDER THAT?
WHERE THE DEVIL TAKE THE BABIES  
AND THEY PRINT OUT ALL THE PLAQUES

YOU WANT THAT MONEY?
THEY’LL GETCHO ASS UP ON THE RADIO
AINT IT FUNNY
THEY’LL MAKE YOU DRESS UP LIKE A LADY THO
OR PLAYBOY BUNNY 
YOU IN A MOVIE, FAMOUS? MAYBE THO
IT DOESN’T STUN ME
THEY TRYNA MAKE ME 
YOU CAN’T MAKE ME GO
AWAY
YOU CAN’T SAVE ME
YOU CAN TAKE ME WAY 
CAN’T TAKE ME PAIN
YOU CAN’T PLAY ME 
I CANT BE CONSOLED
PLAYED LIKE A GAME
YEAH THEY RAPE ME UGH
TAKE ME YEAH IT MAKE ME GO INSANE
HOW THEY PAY ME UGH
YO FAVORITE RAPPER SOUL IS ON THAT PAGE
NIGGA

THE MUSIC FAKE NIGGA
I HATE TO BREAK IT TO YA
BUT FOR GOODNESS SAKE 
THERE AINT NOTHING NEW TO MAKE WITCHA
COMPUTER BREAK BIGGER
ACCRUE THE CAKE AND PUT THE 
BATTER ON A PLATE
“BURN THAT FAGGOT AT THE STAKE!”

I WANT NONE OF
HA
I WANT NONE OF THAT 
LA LA 
UNDERBELLY
EVERYONE GOT CRACK
I PEEL THAT CRACK STRAIGHT BACK
WHAT THE FUCK IS UNDER THERE?
IT’S WHERE THE CEO OF AMAZON
HAS BUILD A SECRET LAIR

LA LA UNDERBELLY (PROD. TRIPLESIXDELETE)

HOW TO ROB A BANK (FT. CHRIST DILLINGER) (PROD. SOLSA)

lyrics:
DISCLAIMER: DO NOT KILL YOURSELF AND BLAME IT ON ME
THIS IS WHERE THE TAG WOULD GO IF THIS WAS A 
TRIPLESIXDELETE BEAT
SHOUTOUT MK

I CAN’T LIE
WHEN I SEE YOU ON THE INTERNET I WANT TO DIE
HOW DID GOD LET SOMETHING SO RETARDED COME ALIVE
FUCK THE WAY YOU MOVING LIKE A FRUIT FLY THAT WANT SOME PIE
GIVE IT ONE YEAR YOUR CAREER JUST WON’T SURVIVE

RUN THAT BACK
NIGGA 
RUN THAT BACK
CANT FRONT THAT PACK 
BITCH I WANT THAT BACK 
MEDITATE SO IM A 
ONE EYED FAG
BITCH YOU HAD YO SHOT
BITCH YOU HAD YO CHANCE 
GO DO THAT DANCE
GO DO PULL DOWN YO PANTS
MY DICK IN YO HANDS SO 
SUCK THAT SHIT

you gon have to go for longer i dont buss that quick
bitch touch that tip
my cock fucking up guts and busting ribs 

YES I WANT TO DIE
EVERY TIME I SEE YOU I FEEL TERRIBLE I WANT TO CRY 
I DON’T LIKE YOU RAPPERS YOU SO LAME WITH ALL THE CLOTHES YOU BUY 
I DON’T NEED TO BLOW DON’T NEED NO HOES DON’T NEED NO FORTY FIVE

YOU GON BE 45
STILL SUCKING DICK 
FOR SOME LOVE
FOR SOME CLICKS
FOR SOME BUD
WASSUP BITCH
WASSUP CUZ 

DON’T SAY SHIT 
YOU A FAKE NIGGA
THERE AINT NO CONVERSATION TO MAKE WITCHA

FUCKING 
WITH TOO MANY NIGGAS
I SHOULD DISS MYSELF OR SOMETHING

FUCK FROM AROUND ME YOU ARE CLOGGING UP THE PLUMBING

HATE FILL ME UP
ON MY SKULL IT GET TO DRUMMING

YEAH
(CHORUS)

HOW TO ROB A BANK (FT. CHRIST DILLINGER) (PROD. SOLSA)

Lil Darkie

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