PROJECT MAYHEM [PROD. DONNIE DURDEN]

TRAINING DAY [PROD. DONNIE DURDEN]

SLIPPY [PROD. DONNIE DURDEN]

GIVE IT UP [PROD. DONNIE DURDEN]

PUFFIN ON DIDDIEZ [PROD. DONNIE DURDEN]

Aye, aye
Baby’s into me, I think I’m pregnant (pregnant)
Pro-life, that’s the type of thang that we be reppin’ 
Yo life, that’s the type of thang that we be wreckin
No life, now yo time has ended
We don’t give extensions, give ya soul detention
And if you keep it up, you might have to get suspended
I’m ya teacher now, bout to give yo butt a lesson
Bully’s back in town, and I’m tryna do some wedging

Gangs in here but you know we outside
Cuz they locked us out the house, but they can’t lock out the grind
And they wanna see the top, imma send em sky high
And they not coming down, you can’t do that when you die

In and out with the murdering
This ain’t Burger King 
Y’all do burglaring 
I just let the burner ring
I’m so insane, I just hit the novocaine
Tell me how you dating him but I don’t even know his name

When I touch down, you gon love the way you felt that
All dogs go to heaven, me? I’m riding with the hellcat
Shoot ya then I sue ya just so I can get my shells back
If Obama die, you know that I got Michelle’s back
Give you 18 holes from one round, it’s a golf course 
I’m a big stepper, you still crawl around on all fours
Don’t know why I gave her all my heart, now my pulse sore
Sent her back from which she came, whoopee doo I’m all yours

Bregnant

BLADEGOD [PROD. DONNIE DURDEN]

drarked up

squeakin

WORM SONG [PROD. DONNIE DURDEN]

GRAPHGEAR [PROD. DONNIE DURDEN]

PACK IT UP [PROD. DONNIE DURDEN]

Pardon me sir, I don’t think nobody pardoning durk
not even Leo would want him at church 
Imma give all of Chicago a smirk
Right where I want him, it’s what he deserves
Don’t treat that man like a martyr, ya bird
Started a war just by starting a verse
Cuz the planet in shambles, it’s hard to get worse
Gotta say Thankful to God the beat in my possession
If durk had the beat, then it’d give me depression
And all dummies probably give more attention
To durk when they could’ve just listened to kendrick
It’s not bout the meaning, it’s bout going harder
And taking it farther than anyone thought of
And making sure that where you take it’s uncharted
So no one can find it once you gettin started 

Ls up for lil durky, Ls up for lil smurky 
We bout to get murky, start poppin of y’all perkies 
Streets only feastin cuz you made them thirsty
63rd time that I rep 63rd street

Lot of good rappers, he’s not one of them
I saw that man live and I wanted him dead
Was hungry for prison, his stomach was twisted, how funny it is he got caught by the feds
You like to see people shot in the head
Don’t want those deep thoughts in ya head
I think that I’ll just be honest instead
I really don’t think that von is impressed
Anyway, stop dropping albums in jail
Or trump’ll put tariffs on all of yo bail
Ya beats are so basic, ya cadence is stale
You honestly don’t even sound like a male
But don’t worry buddy, I’ll watch all yo fans
And take the clip outta the Glock in they pants
Im the new smurk, yea Chicago’s the land
Aren’t you so happy that god had a plan

NEW SMURK

RED ALERT

FAKE JORDANS [PROD. DONNIE DURDEN]

sadboydonnie

CRYING IN PUBLIC [PROD. DONNIE DURDEN]

[LYRICS:]
My favorite Taylor song epiphany, only song sung with dignity
Nothing else a hit to me
Nothing else legit to me
Nothing else I’m bumping, selling rubbers to ya pelvis, peanut butter make her jealous, I’m above you when I fell cuz I’m a slugger with the shells, I feel like thugger with no cell, it’s funny cuz he couldn’t sell, his album felt like someone else
And the same people sayin he one of the goats 
Be the same motherfluffers sayin that wunna a goat
They said rap was dead, I was like, yea, finally
If yo name ain’t Flygod, then you ain’t really fly with me
Donnie was the only man I wanted be alive with me
Hate it that he’s dead, but I love him cuz he died for me
Rocky won’t drop don’t be dumb, wish he took his own advice
Competition dead from drugs, glad I gave em no advice
Always out to call me out, they mad because I’m better
I wasn’t even featured but they had me on the record
At the best and worst position like the lobster at the tank bottom
I’m so damn big that I give the bank audits
I don’t care if Applebees did ban me cuz they can’t stop it
But now I’m alone for the two man, yea, thanks Donnie

This beat is so aquatic, it’s like I’m really in the tropics
Heard they got the Dirty Bubble, know that he ain’t do no poppin
And they done framed my dog for murder, need to free him like a hostage 
And I ain’t sayin’ that he did it, but you seein where that Bob at?
Can’t just manage action that you’d have to take to trash the skate, might accidentally stab your brain, you ever plan to handle blade
You’d have to have me cast away, only way that my ass could have a chance to catch a break
Drinkin the blood of my enemies like a devil at mass
That’s the least that I could say at the level I’m at
Started as a quest to spit the best rhyme in the whole world
And it ain’t over till I take the life of a showgirl

THE SKATE OF OPHELIA [PROD. SKATA BLADE]

ROMA [PROD. MAC NA$TY]

Tomorrow, I’m probly robbin’ the Boy Wonder
Coke stash lookin’ like a Pink Floyd cover
Need me in ya block so you can learn to avoid comfort
With ya woman, took her jewelry and her joy from her
Always keepin a brick on me like Lord Quas
Streets disciple for those who couldn’t afford Nas
Words is holding water, no slaughter if I ignored Jaws
Know ya life is over the moment you hear the chord pause

PIs, MPs, but I’m the only pimp foo
Scarface, know the world is mine and that blimp too
He was lookin’ real happy till his limbs blew
Trust me, these are not the kind of lines you wanna skim through

Fiends I’m giving a call, think they sick from withdrawal
Word to Pink Floyd, just another brick in the wall
They caught a whiff and now they sniffing it all, some may wish I would fall
But can’t stand next to me, they piss in a stall
And I just shit on em all, with the ricks I be the slickest to ball
Don’t even diss me, I don’t listen to y’all
Hit with the clip and you’re bald, Jada Pinkett and all, and if Will try to smack me, he’ll get kicked in the balls

PINK FLOYD [PROD. SKATA BLADE]

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