MV: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gBXecogf_gY
SHIT!

SHIT (PROD. SOLSA) {LATE RELEASE} [MUSIC VIDEO IN DESC.]

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)

(PROD. WENDIGO)

mean what you say

i keep a rickety ratchet
i smoke a spliffy don’t lemme go batshit 
can’t give a fuck about that shit
please get the fuck out my face uh

i don’t believe in your race uh
i don’t want shit but to be alone
i don’t want see you on screen on phone
i just wan have my own place uh

get the fuck out of my eye sight
what the fuck you mean you might fight?

left right white light
ill do whatever it takes uh
put weight on yo face til it breaks
ugh
cough*

i smoke a pound down you got baby lungs nigga
wound down bitches they be dumb thicker
gravy run slicker dripping

shoot the trigger from my hip and
on the blunt a nigga sipping
ripping flicking on my bic and 
i could tip a bitch but i go all the way 
i fuck her til she shitting call the K

9-unit, keep a large weapon
gotta fine tune it like guitar settings
start betting on me 
get a tommy
wet a commie
red tsunami
dead around me

i gotta mean what i say

mean what you say

i gotta mean what i say

mean what you say

be seen to be seeming 
you mean what you screaming
these niggas be plotting on each other’s semen
I’m leaving

I CANNOT FUCK WITH THE FRONTING
I CANNOT FUCK WITH THE DICK WANTING

be seen to be seeming 
you mean what you screaming
these niggas be plotting on each other’s COCKS

DONT FUCK WITH YOU YOU GET BLOCK
EAT SOME MORE DOO DOO YOU MOTHER FUCKING COP

BOBBLE HEAD BOBBLE HEAD
 MAKE HIM A BOBBLE HEAD 
POP HIM HE WADDLE 
LIKE BOTTLE HE PROLLY DEAD

LOOKING LIKE HOP SCOTCH 
POPPING OFF ALL HE DID
IM ON THAT POT GOSH
IM NOT A MOLLY KID

I HAD TO ROT JOSH
TO BECOME WHO I AM
I GEEK A LOT
WASH DRUGS OFF MY FUCKING HANDS
 
I DONT WANT NO SWAMP
I LIKE MY HOUSE CLEAN

I DONT WANT NO SWAMP I LIKE MY HOUSE CLEAN
I KNOW WHAT YOU WANT FAILURE AND BEANS
COMPLAIN ABOUT WHATEVER ACT LIKE A FIEND
NIGGAS DO NOT CARE WE’RE FAR TOO MEAN

MEAN WHAT YOU SAY

MEAN WHAT YOU SAY! (PROD. WENDIGO)

(PROD. LIL CUBENSIS/BXWSER/WENDIGO)

i limp like a pimp and i spit like a llama
chimp with a tool in his hand talking toma
hawk in the sky flying at osama
no killing innocents i’m not obama

spilling a little bit out my bomber
courtesy USA and our commas
dirty a synonym for your momma
I’m little darkie nigga I’m brahma

RAMA
RUN UP ON YOU WITH THE KNOWLEDGE
RUN UP MY MO-FUCKING MILEAGE
NIGGAS WAS TELLING ME I COULDNT DO IT
YOU BLEW IT NOW YOU ACTING CHILDISH

IM ON MY WILD SHIT
WHY IS HE SAYING THE N-WORD
NIGGA CUZ I WONT PRETEND WERE IM FROM
NIGGA CUZ ALL OF MY FRIENDS ARENT BUMS
WHO BELIEVE YOU CAN OWN WORD
OWN A TONGUE

DUMB
OWN A PERSON OWN NONE
CULTURE WORSEN NO FUN
ULTRA LIBERAL SCUM
NAZI NIGGAS GO RUN
VULTURE CIRCLE THE SUN

LEARN TO NOT GIVE A FUCK
LEARN TO NOT GIVE HATE BACK
EARN A LOT WITH NO LUCK
BURN THE HERB AND FADE
TURN THE WORLD AND PRAY
THAT YO CAKE BECOME FAT

BUT WHO REALLY CARES
NOBODY AWARE 
IN LOVE WITH THEY HAIR
IN LOVE WITH THE SELF
WEALTH GROWING
STEALTH BLOWING
I CANNOT HAVE ANY PRIVACY 
EVEN MY CLOSEST OF HOMIES COULD LIE TO ME

THEY COULD DECIDE TO BE 
SLITHERING SNAKES 
WHERE THE WITHERING WRAITHS 
KEEP A BLISTERING PACE
SEE A FIST IN YOUR FACE


WHEN NIGGAS FIRST CALLED ME A DARKIE
I DIDNT LIKE IT 
WHEN MY BULLY CALLED ME A SAND NIGGER
I’D BITE IT 
AND I CAN SAY WHATEVER AS LONG AS THAT SHIT IS MY STORY
I CAN READ THE BOOK TO YOU DO NOT TRY TO DENY FOR ME

OH YOU’RE SO OFFENDED 
I MEANT TO TELL YOU I AM UNCARING

THAT KID DIDNT CARE ABOUT ME 
WHEN HE SAID DAD AND MOM’S PAIRING

WAS AN UNHOLY ONE 
BECAUSE MOMMA WAS A SPECIES
THAT MY FATHER CREATED FROM LAYING FECES

FUCK THE HATE

AND FUCK ALL OF YO RACE WHAT
RACE IS FAKE AND NIGGA REALLY AUT TO SIT AND WAKE UP

WAKE UP

WAKE UP FROM YOUR SLUMBER THE WORDS THEY MADE ARE WORTHLESS
WALK AMONGST THE LUMBER WITH BIRDS AND WE’RE SHIRTLESS

ADAM AND EVE
WE BETTER LEAVE
EATING THE APPLE
IGNORING THE LEAVES

PLEASE TAKE SHROOOOOOOMS AND MAKE THE MUSIC
OR MY GOOOOOOONS WILL FUCKING LOSE IT

ON THAT MEDICINE IT SETTING IN I SEE THE END 
APPROACHING IT ENCROACHING WITH A MOTION
WAVY LIKE I SLURP A POTION

IM AN ADDICT
BAD KID HE LISTENING TO MADLIB
LAB GRADE BUD MIX WITH OP INSIDE MY GRINDER

MAD HATE BUBBLE IN ME TIL I NUT INSIDE HER
UGH 
I SHOULD TAKE MY HATE AND CAGE IT UP WITH A DIVIDER 

I CAN STARVE THE NIGGA 
I CAN LEARN TO NOT BOTHER
I CAN LEARN TO TAKE AFTER MY FATHER

WALLOW IN YOUR STRESS
I WANNA BE BETTER THAN THE REST
TIRED OF BLAMING GENETICS INABILITY TO JUST

LEARN TO NOT GIVE A FUCK
LEARN TO NOT GIVE A FUCK ABOUT ANYTHING


I DONT EVEN CARE WHAT I RAP ABOUT ON THIS BEAT
SO MAKE SURE IT’S RETARDED

CHAPO COP A CHOCO TACO
STOP YO BITCHING SWITCHING UP AND 
SCRATCHING AT CHO LOTTO
TICKET,  

CHOPPA POP STACCATO

MOTTO

IS QUIT YO YAPPING
SAY YOU SCHEMING BUT YOU CAPPING
TALKING SHIT THAT YOU AINT BACKING 
YOU LOOK GOOFY ON THE BACKEND

I LIKE MY FRIES TO LOOK LIKE NACHOS
MACHO
JEWLER SELLING FRUITS LIKE HE GAZPACHO

I SEE YOU TWEET A LOT FIENDING FOR CLOUT NIGGA
WHAT YOU ABOUT? BETTER
SPIT THAT SHIT OUT, QUICKER

HUMUNA
YO BITCH IS LUCIFER
SUMMON HER

I KEEP A CRUCIBLE
FRONT OF MY DRUM 
WHEN IM SHOOTING I LOOSEN HER SOME 

SHOOTING MY LOAD ON HER BACK AND HER BUM

DEAL WITH IT
DEAL WITH IT
I FEEL MY SKIN PEEL 
IT AINT NO BIG DEAL
AS
LONG AS I DONT KNEEL
TO MY 
ANIMAL INSTINCT
LET’S INVENT THE WHEEL
IMAGINE THESE MUD HUTS
TALL AND MADE OF STEEL

IM UNCOMFORTABLE
I NEED A SHOE FOR MY FEET
I EAT SOME FOOD FOR MY MEAT BODY
TIRED OF SHITTING IN WOODS
I NEED SUM GOOD FOR MY SEAT, POTTY

I NEED A WHIP CUZ I DONT WANNA WALK NO MORE
FUCK A MUSKET NIGGA I NEED A GLOCK TO TOW 
MAKE IT RELIABLE
BANG THE TOP BACK
FUCK A NIGGA 
BRINING ANKLE SOCKS BACK


PAINT A PICTURE
IM IN RANCHO COOKAMUNGA 
SMOKING ON LUMBER
GO DUMBER THAN HUMMERS

THAT YELLOW THAT BEE WHY THEY BUMBLE
AND RUMBLE
YO WHIP IT STUMBLE
SO IT MIGHT CAUSE A FUMBLE

LEARNING TO NOT GIVE A FUCK (PROD. LIL CUBENSIS/BXWSER/WENDIGO)

(PROD. HEAL/SOLSA)

I ONCE KNEW A MAN NAMED PAUL
HE DID EVERYTHING ANYTHING
WITH HIS ALL
TALL MEN HAVE TO FALL
PLEASE HEAL MY HEART 
NO WAIT BETTER, MY BALLS!
IF YOU FEEL LIKE WALT 
THEN YOU BETTER CALL SAUL

SIT YO DUMB ASS DOWN NIGGA
OR GET TO STEPPING
BITCH IM REPPING HEAVEN
LOVE IS A WEAPON

MY MOMMA KEPT INSIDE HER
SARI
TALKING DRESSES 
NOT SORRY
YOU GET THE MESSAGE
ATARI
YOU GOT SOME CLASSES 
THE WEEKEND IS THERE FOR BLESSINGS
I’M PRESSING

why do aliens appear at the start of ezikiel
why do god’s children murder people gays illegal 
no jesus piece but i keep some gold my soul is regal
don’t free the beast cuz that nigga make it far from peaceful 


bitch 666
corrupt your rhythm

switch which fist hit
fuck up the system

we can fade if you wanna nigga
but once i was a pacifist

now i just wanna skip my classes
make sure my grasses hit

pass the sin
pass the devil counter clockwise

passive grin
you massive maggots i got hawk eyes

finding god
yeah we can all fantasize
but it get’s hard
to focus on bullshit when your
grampa dies




shoutout paul
rip

i do not believe in you
i don’t believe in me

none these faggots is real
i pray these niggas will leave me be 

I’m plotting on the reaper too
why i aint ever seen him

recombine my dna so i don’t
ever have to meet him

bumping X
humping my X
i kept myself depressed

rubber sex
like fucking nothing
i need another neck

MISUNDERSTOOD
LIKE LETTERS ON THE WALL
I MIGHT PISS ON YO HOOD
I MAKE WETTER YOUR CAR

and you is just a basic bitch
YOU WEAR BALENCIAGAS

i got on my Asics bitch
i don’t need spend these dollars

you can try to race me bitch 
in high school i was taller

used to be an atheist
fuck yaweh and fuck allah

i do not believe in you
i don’t believe in me

none these faggots is real
i pray these niggas will leave me be 

I’m plotting on the reaper too
why i aint ever seen him

recombine my dna so i don’t
ever have to meet him

i don’t flee him
there aint nothing but perception
learned the lesson
from praying no answer had to cut the resin out the smoking

no more juicing niggas had to cut the pressin out ya broken

on a crucible it bigger brown with all the read it soak in

i could pray but would it do anything but make me feel helpless
none my intentions seem to make a difference in what my wealth is
crushing my hope i woke up in a dream where the flowers wilt
rushing my art yo won’t get cream if you drink up all the milk

I ONCE WAS... (PROD. HEAL/SOLSA)

(PROD. LIL CUBENSIS)

I SHOULD STOP DRINKING 
AND START THINKING
LINKING WITH THESE LAMES
AINT DO NOTHING AND 
NOW MY TIME IS SHRINKING 

WHY YOU SLIPPING?
THE FLOOR IS WET HERE
FALLING ON YO FAAAACE 
IF YOU TRIPPIN ON A WET TEAR

THERE ARE VERY FEW WHO I WILL LET NEAR
TO ME
NIGGAS CAPPING IT’S A NEW YEAR
NO NEW ME

SUE ME
DOING WHAT I WANT TO
DRINKING
SINKING IN THE FLOOR LIKE IM THE FONDUE
BLINKING
knee deep in alcohol
i have the spins

i cannot sleep 
switch my outside with in

check ya eggs before you buy em
shoes on before you tie em

bacon splatter my wrist
baking fatter no whisk
making bladder go piss

piss piss piss piss  

it take forever and then some
run up on me with the lever i send some
fuck up my liver somebody will lend one
niggas be shooting pretend guns
niggas act like they got 10 guns 

i keep myself a lil 40 
oz of the liquor sweet
like zach cody

i like my pickle packed in that shawdy
whiskey dick god forbid
risky shit i tore it 
innocence i get rid
as in, i aint having no kids
on my dick stick a lid
i shoot that shit like a ranger does
pull out game strong but that shit is still dangerous

I SHOULD STOP DRINKING 
AND START THINKING
I CANNOT HEAR NOTHING 
DARKIE GOT A COUPLE WET EARS

WHY YOU SLIPPING?
THE FLOOR IS WET HERE
I SHOULD QUIT THE DROWNING 
FORE IM ROUND TAKE TO THE HEAD BEERS

KNEE DEEP IN ALCOHOL (PROD. LIL CUBENSIS)

(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)

(PROD. WENDIGO)

EVERY TIME I WAKE UP
I THINK YOU NIGGAS HAVE GOT ON MAKE UP
ALL THESE FAKEAHS
TAKE US DEEPAH TO SHAKE US AND GET THEY CAKE UP
PUSSY WAKE UP, UH

THEY WANNA MAKE US INTO SOME CLOWNS
THAT RAP ABOUT THROWING ROUNDS
FOR REASONS THAT HAVE NO GROUNDS

BASS POUNDS
ON MY TEMPLE
MY MENTAL IT CLOSE TO BREAKING
I FEEL THE DARKIE AWAKEN
THESE RAPPERS SMELL LIKE SOME BACON
IM TAKEN

SHOW ME SOMETHING FUNNY
DECIDE IF YOU WANT SMOKE WITH PEOPLE
OR YOU WANT SOME MONEY

CLOWNS
I’LL MAKE LIKE A MIME AND STOP TALKING
YOU GOT 30 NIGGAS IN THE WHIP THEY GET TO POPPING
MOPPING
STOPPING

FAKE NIGGAS ALWAYS THROW THE MOST SHIT
ACTING LIKE MONKEYS

EVIL NIGGAS ALWAYS GROW THE MOST RICH
ISN’T THAT FUNKY

CLOWNS
ENTERTAIN THE MASSES 
I JUST WANNA HELP THESE LONELY 
KIDS GET THROUGH THEIR CLASSES

I WONT LET YOU PAINT MY FACE
I WONT LET YOU PAINT MY FACE

I CAN DRAW MY OWN SHIT NIGGA
I DON’T LOOK TO YOU FOR GRACE

IF A CLOWN I GOTTA BE THEN IMMA BE A HAPPY CASE
IT SOUND LIKE A LOTTA THESE NIGGAS AINT GOT NOTHING THAT BE BASED
IN REALITY I MEAN THIS ACT IS ALL A JOKE YOU GUYS, YOU REALIZE,
THE CLEAR RISE, IN OUR DEMISE, CANT POSSIBLY KEEP IDOLIZING

BAD CLOWNS

BAD CLOWNS
SAD CLOWNS
WHY YOUR FLOWERS KEEP CRYING?
BAD CLOWNS
ENTERTAINERS
KEEP DYING

BAD CLOWNS
SAD CLOWNS
PREFER TO PROMOTE USING OPIATES
WHAT I’M SMOKING TOO INAPPROPRIATE 
OKAY THEN SO BE IT

I DON’T LIKE YOU
I AM NOT SORRY 
I NEVER GOT INVITED TO NO PARTIES
OD LIKE FARLEY
IM CARING HARDLY
YOU IS A PUSSY
ISN’T HE DARLING?

BAD CLOWNS 
NO LAUGHS
SHOUTOUT MY NIGGAS THAT MAKING IT LAST
STAY MOTIVATED ILL BE DOING LAPS
I CAN GET FADED AND STILL GO TO CLASS

I USED TO WANNA DO STAND UP
I PUT THAT SHIT IN MY RAPS
NIGGA YOU CLAIMING YOU MANNED UP
CLOWN CARS ON MY ASS
MAD CLOWNS
PUT YOU ON BLAST
PUT YO RED NOSE ON THE DASH
I DO THIS SHIT WITH A PASSION
EVERY TIME WE WAKE UP
ALL OF US NIGGAS PUT ON OUR MAKE UP
BUT WHAT MATTER IS WHAT MAKE UP YOU

SAD CLOWNS (PROD. WENDIGO)

(PROD. WENDIGO)

if peter piper picked his pepper
then peter piper’s fickle pepper
would hit his knees

either fight or use your steppers
lose your sight become a leper
kill yourself please

buy some psilocybin 
and then hide it from your mother
now my eyes begin to widen
face is sliding off my brother

been a bad kid
such a bad kid

don’t be a bad kid
or you’ll be put inside the corner
now my former friends is acting like i owe them shit

had to grow then split

like mitosis or division 
you don’t know this you aint listen
on the slow end bitch

I’m official nigga
as in i am in possession of a missile nigga
trigger on my desk it can get fiscal nigga

call me mister dark one
pull up spark one at the park and when the 
narcs pull up im stomping out the bark

been a BAD KID

HIDING FROMS PIGS IN THE PLANTS
GOT HELLA TWIGS IN MY PANTS
THROW SOME GRAFFITI WE LONELY
RUN AROUND WITH WITH MY HOMIES

GIRL-FRIEND ACTING LIKE SHE DONT KNOW ME
SEPARATED NOW SHE WITH MY GUY TONY
I SHOOT THE CANNON MAN YOU ON SONY
NIGGAS IS CHARLA-TAINS NIGGAS PHONIES

DEAL WITH IT REAL QUICKLY

NO ID RATHER FEEL SHITTY
RATHER GO AND CREATE AN ISSUE
DISS YOU THEN I TAKE YO TISSUES
MOMMA PRAYING UP TO VISHNU 

WRECKING SHIT LIKE SHIVA

TAKING BUTTER LIKE KRISHA 
BAD KID SCHOOL MOVIES
PARENTS SCARED THEY GON LOSE ME
SHIT’S COOL LIKE A SMOOTHIE
TIL THEY THROW YOU INTO JUVIE

LOCKED UP

i got some hours to think
or got some time to complain

what does it say in your brain
while you dangle yo feet o’er the brink 

not good at dealing with drink
but not good at dealing with pain

so I’m throwing up in the sink 
and my vomit is clogging the drain

FUCK UP MY FUTURE
LIKE KAMSUTRA

FROM EVERY ANGLE
HIT BELOW MY MY ANKLE

KICK BELOW MY NUT 
SAC HOMIES BUST BACK

NOW THEY DEAD HOMIES
KNOW THE FEDS KNOW ME

GROW THAT BREAD SLOWLY
SPEND IT ALL SURELY
I WAS UP EARLY

EYES WIDE PEARLY
WHITES SHINING

HOW IM ROUGH RIDING
AND IT’S TOUCH TRYING 
TO BE HAPPY

WHEN YOU ALWAYS ON THE RUN
ALWAYS WORRIED BOUT A GUN
ALWAYS TRIPPING ON THE FUNDS

ALWAYS SLIPPING INTO DANGER
FREQUENTLY AT PEAK ANGER
REEK OF WEED ON EACH FINGER

IM NOT DISSING MARIJUANA
IM SAYING YO REASON FOR SMOKING IMPORTANT

NOW I BE TOKING TO FOCUS A COUPLE THINGS
I WAS BROKEN I COULD SHORTEN MY SUFFERING

if peter piper picked his pepper
then peter piper’s fickle pepper
would hit his knees

either fight or use your steppers
lose your sight become a leper
kill yourself please

BAD KID (PROD. WENDIGO)

(PROD. WENDIGO)

NIGGAS IN THE GAME 
ALWAYS SOUND THE SAME
THAT’S WHY I DON’T PLAY, NOTHING

IF YOU GOT TO SAY 
THAT YOU AT THE TOP
NIGGA WHAT ARE YOU HUFFING?

YOU SOUND LIKE A KID
STRUGGLING TO LIVE
BITCH THE REASON YOU BUMPING,
 
TEMPORARY LOVE
GO AND GET YOUR GRUB
‘PARENTLY YOU ON SOMETHING.
KEEP ON OSTRACIZING PEOPLE
POSTULIZING POSULATING
YOU WAS OUT IN LA MASTURBATING
CONSUMATING
WITH THE SPAWN OF SATAN

ILL BE WAITING
AS IN GAINING WEIGHT
COMPLAIN ABOUT THE PAIN IT’S GREAT FOR VIEWS
BUT YOU WOULD KNOW
YOU DO IT MORE AND MORE
AND KIDS ADORE IT
PARENTS FOR IT

DESPERATE FOR CONNECTION TO THEIR CHILDREN
MEN IN BUILDINGS PROFIT OF THOSE FEELINGS 
THEY DO NOT CONTROL
NO ONE WANNA TAKE RESPONSIBILITY 
NOBODY TAKE THE FALL
FUCK ABILITY AMOUNT OF CLOUT
OR ANYONE WHO SAY THEY BALL
BALLERS DRIBBLE BABIES FIDDLE
WITH THEIR DICKS UNTIL THEY DROP THEY BALLS

SO YOU WANT THE SWAMP DRAINED?
ALRIGHT OKAY!

ALL YOU NIGGAS WANT FAME!
WE ALL CANT HAVE NO WAY!

CATCH ME ON THE FRONT PAGE
OF SOMEONE’S BRAIN

IS THAT WHAT YOU WANT MANE?
ALRIGHT

YOU TALK MORE THAN YOU WORK
YOU PLOT MORE THAN YOU BUILD
YOU NOT WORTH SHIT YOU DIRT
IT’S HOT OUT IN THE FIELD

A HAWK IN SILENCE LURKING
SNAKES AND RATS IM MERCING
I BE CERTAIN
IT AINT WORTH TO FEEL

TOO HURT TO KNEEL TOO BURNT
TO TURN MY NECK AND LOOK UP AT A CAPPER
NONE US NIGGAS UP IS BATTLE RAPPERS
STREET SPITTERS RUN ENDURANCE OVERLAP US

WEEP WITH US FOR THE CURRENT ARTIST
REAPING WHAT YOU SOWING TALKING HARVEST
CREEPING ON THE LOW YOU NOT THE HARDEST
WORM UP IN MY GARDEN PLEASE DEPART US

I AINT PERFECT 
BUT I WORK IT
MAKE IT WORTH IT
BIRTH THESE NIGGAS 
PRAY YOU SHIRTLESS

AS IN YOU AINT ON ONE
MAKE YA SONGS AND SHUT THE FUCK UP
CLEAN THIS MUCK UP
IT AINT LUCK WHAT

GOT ME POPPING
DRAIN THE SWAMP WITHIN MYSELF 
IT LEAKING OUT
IM TWEAKING NOOOOOW

i just want make these kids happy
i just want make these kids happy like i was never

i just wanna make you throw your head up
i just wanna make you throw your head til your spinal sever

obvious a nigga getting fed up
obvious a nigga eating good just cheese like feta

imma drain a mother fucking swamp
imma do this shit til my family eating i won’t let up

SWAMP DRAINED (PROD. WENDIGO)

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 ONCE WAS... (PROD. HEAL/SOLSA)

Lil Darkie

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