BONG RIP

Session 1

NO HANDS (PROD. LiL CUBENSiS)

(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. 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)

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)

FUCK 12 FREESTYLE (SCOOBY DOO DEATH SHIT PT. 3) FT. LIL DARKIE (PROD. WENDIGO)

CODEINE ON A CAMEL FEAT. LIL DARKIE & AM (CO PROD. EYESBEELOW)

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

MEAN WHAT YOU SAY! (PROD. WENDIGO)

Lil Darkie

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