Racing The Thunder

LYRICS:
BIG WAAAVE
I COULD SEE IT COMING
BETTER DIG GRAAAAVES
WHEN YOU SEE ME RUN IN 
BETTER BOSS UP 
IF YOU PRESSING ME WRONG 
THROW THE COST UP
RIP A NIGGA LIKE BONG

SIPPING LIQUOR THAT’S STRONG
AT 9 AM
WANNA SLIP HER THAT DONG?
THAT’S FINE AMEN
SHAWDY LOVE IT EARLY
SHE BE RUBBING ME DOWN
TIL HER NECK IS PREARLY
SEE A DOUBLE TREE NOW 
CUZ IM IN AND OUT BURGER TO A BITCH
 ALWAYS IN DEMAND
IN HER HAND 
DOUBLE STACKED ANIMAL I BEEN THE MAN
FUCK NIGGAS, TRY AND HOP ON MY WAVE 
CUZ YOU SUCK NIGGA
 STICK TO PAYING FOR PLAYS 

LIKE WASSUP NIGGA
IT’S A TSUUUUUNAMI
LATE NIGHT FIGHTS 
LIKE TOOOOONAMI
WHOOOO SAW ME?
SHOOT THEM DEAD!
WITH A TRUUUUUEEE TOMMY
DRUM THAT HEAD!

THAT BIG WAVE 
BRING YOUR END
THAT BIG WAVE 
BRING YOUR END
THAT BIG WAVE 
AINT YOUR FRIEND
THAT BIG WAVE 
BRING YOUR END

ROCKET POWER
SHRED THAT RIM
BITCH IT’S SKATE OR DIE
TIL YOUR OWN LIGHT DIM
THAT’S ROAD KILL
UP AND DOWN MY BLOCK
AND THE COPS WANNA TALK?
HELL NAW YOU GET ROCKED

YOU GET ROLLED
MAKE YOU FOLD
WE NOT FROM THE SAME MOLD
WE NOT FROM THE SAME CUT
CALIFORNIACA-SHYUHN

WE JUST WANNA HAVE FUN
OKOBOKO MOSH PIT   
HIT YOUR HEINA WITH MY GUN 
LIKE A COCONUT SPLIT

WITH MY RUCA IN THE SUN
WITH MY RUCA TEAR IT UP
 I AINT NEVER SHARING NONE
I CANT NEVER CARE ENOUGH

YOU CANT NEVER CATCH A WAVE 
CUZ I WONT CATCH YOU IN THE SURF,
THERE AINT NO ONE THERE TO SAVE 
YOU WHEN SOMEBODY GETTING HURT

YEAH SOMEBODY GETTING TORN IN HALF
BY THE WATER
SEE YOUR BODY GET EVISCERATED 
THE SLAUGHTER

THAT BIG WAVE 
BRING YOUR END
THAT BIG WAVE 
BRING YOUR END
THAT BIG WAVE 
AINT YOUR FRIEND
THAT BIG WAVE 
BRING YOUR END


2:

BITCH YOU A BUSTER
I WALK AROUND LIKE COLONEL CUSTER
I DONT TRUST HER ILL ADJUST HER
CLEAN HER SWIFLY LIKE A DUSTER
IMMA THRUST HER
 SEE MY NUTS ARE 
ON HER CHINNY
SHE GON BLOW ME A CHIMNEY 
HARRY POTTER TO HER GINNY

GRIP A STICK IF SHAWDY SKINNY 
FLIP A BRICK FROM SELLING TENNIES 
BAY BITCHES OFFA HENNY
2 AM AND IM AT DENNY’S  EATING PLENTY

NO PENNIES IN MY POCKET 
I GOT MANY OF THE SOCKETS
 IM A PLUG YOU TRYNA POP IT
TRY A NUG AND THEN YOU COP IT

BITCH DROP IT LIKE A FUMBLE FOR THE DARKIE…
ROLLING FAT YOU KNOW WE SPARKING….
SHARK IN THE WATER POP A BLOTTER….
I TOOK ACID WHY I FOUGHT HER

GO RETARDED ON THE BLOCK
SELF CONTROL IS GETTING HARDER LIKE A ROCK
SOMEONE DAUGHTER SUCKING COCK FOR IT
JUNKY FUCKING JOCK FOR IT
UH
CALI WHERE THE VALLY PEOPLE
RALLY UNDER WEED AND THE DRANK
THAT WE KEEP IN THE TANK

IN THE BANK I GOT BILLS
AND THEY FILLING MY SAFE
AND I STANK FROM THE FEELING
THAT’S STILL IN MY FACE
THAT STEALING AND ROBBING PUT FOOD
ON MY PLATE
AINT FEELING THAT NO MORE IM MOVING THAT WEIGHT

I GOT WHAT I SCRAPE UP
MY GIRL AND I GAVE UP
THROW SHADE UP THAT’S WHY WE AINT MADE UP
CANT WAIT UP

NO BARRIER  SCARIER AREA
916 FIND SOME STICKS CASE SHIT GET HARRIER

DOGG LIKE A TERRIER
TEARING YA PIGS WITH THE CANINES

CIGS IN EMBALING FLUID
IN THE DAYTIME

HEROINE, METH 
ON BREATH ARE YOU HIGH YET 
TEFLON PAN WHIP CRACK 
IN A PYREX

BIG WAVE  BIG GAS  BIG LICKS
ALL MY NIGGAS WITH THE SHIT AINT NO TRICKS
THESE BITING NIGGAS SUCK ME LIKE TICKS
HE SAW ME SO HE DUCKED ME RIGHT QUICK

BI-BI-BITCH WHY YOU TALKING LIKE YOU AINT SUCK MY NUT UP
WHAT UP, YO NIGGA GET CUT MAKE HIM SHUT UP
FUCK
LAST DAY TRIGGER MADE HIM SPLIT UP
ASH TRAY NIGGA HE GOT 
LIT-UP-RIPPED-UP

SET UP
NIGGA GET WET UP WE DONT LET UP
FED UP
NIGGA GET LICKED FOR HIS FETA
TRIGGER MY HIP FOR HIS CHEDDA
AIMING FOR THE LIP WITH MY METAL
CLAIMING YOU A CRIP YOU PETAL 
FROM A FLOWER YOU A COWARD I SMOKE
UGH
I DONT GIVE A FUCK I BRING A SHOWER
HE SOAKED

PUSSY NIGGA TALKING OUT HIS ASS
IMMA PULL UP FOOT UP ON THE GAS
HIT HIS PARTNER FIRST N HIT HIM LAST
BODIES ON THE STREET AND ON THE GRASS

BLOW THE ROOF OF HIS MATE HE CAN’T FUNCTION
EIGHTH IN A HONEY BERRY WOOD NO RUSSIAN
FUCK THAT HOE ASS BOY WHY IS HE FRONTING
AYE! LIL BITCH I DONT TRUST EM 

SOUNDCLOUD DUMBASS WONT LET ME POST THE WHOLE LYRICS LOL

BIG WAVE 2 (FT. ANTHONY)(PROD. WENDIGO/LiL CUBENSiS)

ELEMENT (FT. DIRTY) (PROD. WENDIGO)

@lildvrkie

SPIDER ON MY CHEST/SPIDER ON MY KNEE

SPIDER ON MY CHEST (FT. LIL DARKIE)

LYRICS: 

EDDISON:
sending fuckin shots at your family cause i can’t fucking find you, 
where the fuck you runnin runnin runnin runnin, 
put the pussy on a mop stick and drag it, 
my bitch look like a bone 
but my gang gang gang make that bitch look like a dragon,
stop actin like you niggas on some sad shit, that’s fag shit, 
pop off in this bitch and make it silent, they hidin from us, 
don’t listen to em they been lyin to us, 
bitch it’s lil double d they dyin to dive into us

FLVCO:
Like Shark 
Water Park 
Wit Father Get Dark 
slaughter 
heart wit potter
No party 
Bitch face falls gone gnarly 
And I️ pull up wit my niggas wtf where’s darkie 

DARKIE:
3 guns 
i walked in with like 3 guns
not 4 guns
might be fun
to flip these wrapped up tree tons
a sewer peasant whore son

i fuck your bitch from boredom
i nut and tell her you’re done
booty black and blue like cordon
you be stacking nonimportance 
watch where you stepping it’s slippery
smoking that hickory 
packing artillery 
special delivery
your bitch’s sliver it smell like a fishery
she was a bitch to me
talking so bitterly
fuck all these niggas cuz they be on trickery 
spreading that misery 
cooking you busily
like a rotisserie 
I’m passing rappers leave them in periphery

history

i pity the fool like mr T
and yo dirty crib need mr clean
would yo smelly ass drink listerine
and yo reggie weed aint doing shit to me
i aint even cough antihistamine
he a whole fiend cuz he miss the lean
fucking old bitches like sister jean
you a hoe

spider gang nigga
spider gang nigga
spider gang nigga shit

wider fangs
where the lighter bangs
making brighter thangs
wit a bic

BRUEGHELIAN PANDEMONIUM (PROD. LiL CUBENSiS)

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)

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)

(FT. CXRPSE, EDDISON, AFOURTEEN, BRUHMANEGOD, MKULTRA, CHRIST DILLINGER, BLCKK, FL.VCO, JOHNNASCUS, DARKIE) (PROD. SOLSA/CUBENSIS/WENDIGO)

HAPPY 2ND BIRTHDAY SPIDER GANG!

WE CAN'T AGREE WHAT TO NAME THIS SONG (W/ SPIDER GANG)

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

KNUP (FT. EDDISON) (PROD. DARKIE)

Lil Darkie