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THE DARKOUT INCIDENT

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝙸𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝 [𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚍. 𝚂𝙰𝚅𝙴𝙼𝙴𝚂𝚈𝙻𝙴𝚁]

produced by me and @tigvro
featuring @loveyoufxcy
masterd by me
cover art by @ rottingblades on Insta


Lyrics.

Fxcy. (mixed by @loveyoufxcy)

All these fucking pussy ass niggas, yeah, theyre fucking brain dead.
All the fucking time, then they try to copy, but they cant.
Isnt it just sad? Lookin like theyre dead!
It is fucking funny, that they tryna copy, but they cant!

Bitch im done!
Who the fuck they tryna copy from?
You little fuck!
Why you think youre tuff?
You are skin, and bones, I could throw you fucking far!

You wouldnt fuckin notice that youre even gone
And I could fucking take your bitch, you wouldnt fucking know

How the fuck a person can look like a fucking ogre?
Youre a fucking baby, nigga, go choke on a yogurt!
I swear that im killing niggas, like a school shooter!
Bitch, I make that fucking money, like an organ donor!

Bitch im done!
Who the fuck they tryna copy from?
You little fuck!

Hatchet. (mixed by me)

Fucking hell bro do i have to ask again?
Are you fucking braindead or is it all just pretend?
Theres no tomorrow for you, this is the end
Imma ask this one more time, make it a trend

Are you stupid or are you just fucking braindead?
I swear to god all you bitches make me wanna see red
You so fucking stupid i just cant comprehend
Youre a mistake from god i cant defend

Oooooh
yea here we go again
Youre so godamn annoying you are not even worth a yen
Ego so high you think youre a gem
Let me break your bubble boy, you are not even worth a ten

Bullets going to your skull, better fucking duck
Better fucking duck before your ass gets struck
I dont give a fuck i'll put your body in a trunk
I dont give a fuck if your family got struck

*literal mental breakdown noises lul*

BRAINDEAD 2 W/ FXCY [HATCHET & TIGVRO]

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Lyrics:
Ces jours évanouis, ces visages flétris,
Le vent sifle en secret, chaque souffle meurtri,
s’éteignent tous en silence, sans cri, sans retour,
Laissent un vide étrange sans aucun amour.
La clarté s’éloigne, mais la douleur demeure,
Elle, revient insistante, un murmure d'ailleurs.
Traînant ce fardeau au creux de nos mains,
Un parfum, une note au bord d’un chemin.

Les éclats du soleil frappent sur le sol,
Ainsi va l'existence, et moi je m'isole.
Car sous le poids du ciel, brise mon ame,
Les fantômes du passé, cent-mille kilogrammes.

k2//Mélancolie [w/ $CHZPHRNC]

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