Do jajdjdjk du fo robluck do kdodn skal du ya duckkdhdue 

sounds like a song in the tony hawk skating game on ds tbh 😫😫it slaps

yo why the beginning sound like the southpark intro for a few seconds 😭 I love it tho

GET UP AND GET MOVING

lyrics: 

there’s no point, they have won
take our daughters and our sons
make more slaughter with our guns 
everyone is alive for to make mo funds

if you can hear this song
then something somewhere’s going wrong
then you might be alive meaning you’re not gone
then you might have decided to put it on

in the pad like a frog sitting on a pond
cuz there’s no point, they have won  
take our daughters and our sons
make more slaughter with our guns 
everyone is alive for to make mo funds

if you can hear this song
it’s cuz it’s 2021 
or they have not yet dropped the bombs
or maybe just not launched em all 

i'm smoking that impossible 
so i will not act volatile 
i know it’s not responsible 
but that is my response to bull shit

i feel unstoppable
under my shorts i have a full dick 
it is improbable 
that you would have the balls to pull it

if you were gripping the trigger
would you make like Adolf Hitler
or would you just sit on twitter
saying how you want to kill yourself

das that shit i'm sick of 
there aint shit to hit below yo belt
you a fucking quitter 
i hope your entire life is hell

why you sound so bitter darkie?
cuz when i'm close to giving up

and i'm considering shoving all i’ve done up my butt
i remember what my father told me when i-i was young
no one really gives a fuck about your life until it’s done

they have won

take our daughters and our sons
make more slaughter with our guns 
everyone is alive for to make mo funds

if you can hear this song
then something somewhere’s going wrong
then you might be alive meaning you’re not gone
then you might have decided to put it on

from the front to the back
pe-po somou mo-at
a cou puthaum a
a cou puthaum a-at

a cou puthaum a
i could put that on myself
boku namae wa
mister put yo ass up on a shelf

hai, dozo let’s begin
get yo ass inside the ring
in my dojo im the king
i will send yo ass to heaven 

if it mean i keep that belt
if it mean that i’m the champion
i will go through any thing 
the universe just doesn't give a 
fuck about the pain you’ve felt

the little voice tell me give up
a demon with two angel wings
he making everything tough 
cuz he don't wanna see me win

are you down with ending up
regretting wishes in the bin 
cuz you aint wanna try enough

i swear upon my everything that i will never give up
destroy what hell and heaven bring like i am lord shiva
strike fear into my enemies i make the demon shiver
i will turn the blood inside yo people’s veins into a river 

there’s no point, they have won

take our daughters and our sons

there’s no point, on your sword
so what the fuck do you got it for?
there’s no points, on your score
everyone is alive for to make more gore

if you can hear this song
then i have let you live this long
then i let you remain upright
you fucking coward stay and fight 
both of my fists put out your lights!

FIGHT! (PROD. BRAHMAN)

lyrics:

take me take me
back  to the roof top 
jump
i got a lot
i got a lot
left to do

and maybe maybe
one day i’ll bump
when im walking down the street
into you

and i would regret not being there
cuz i was depressed and unaware

they dont wanna see me for my voice
wanna see me for my body parts
black lung in my chest why i hardly cough
black skin on the goddess kali ma!

if you got that one up then i'll probably cop one
if you got a blotter then i'll probably drop one
lately i been fiending for 
emotion for a feeling 
if you had two pills then i would pop one

bitch i been on go
like a green light
street signs telling me to stop
that dont seem right

street signs telling me slow down
i can feel my
heart pump blood
too the rest of my mind

take me take me
back  to the roof top 
jump 
i got a lot
i got a lot
left to do

and maybe maybe
one day i’ll bump
when im walking down the street
into you

and i would regret not being there
cuz i was depressed and unaware
that there was someone who cared
and that nothing is ever fair

this place is not for people anymore (prod. bmg)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-ETvbQpFLQI

Lyrics:

I need that faux

Getting more

All my clothes

Check my Figure

Hoes

Getting showed

Wit my phone edit 

Pictures


Imma do wrong 

Don’t care about right

Flex this faux

Nobody gon like

Ion like the sun

Only fuck with low light

I ain’t with you bums

Cause im never outside

Buy all my love

Cause it get you high

Suck my drugs

You can get these likes

Bring the power people steal it back

Because its mine

Everything i own i stole my right

 
I got you helping me wipe

Makin new amendments 

When i never know why

Feel like descending is ascendence

In a sense im all right

A legend when im editing

My wiki obliged

To do whatever

Forever

Bending it back

Put me

In a box bitch

Lets amass

This a movment

Move this

Alcatraz

This our bed

Lets get attached






I want to fuck

My one philosphy

Im getting stuck

Chew my leg

I got to eat

Im in the front

Now everybody watchin me

Now everybody want the seed

Everybody everybody want to talk to me


Take my shirt off, let the ho's see my artwork

Got two ho's same color as my Converse

Throw your pride out when you get inside my limousine

Christ D getting more head than the guillotine

Iced out wrist look just like a flat screen

Asphalt colored Aston Martin on the Asanti

Fred Flintstone, I don't even need my car keys

Catch me at the show signing titties with a Sharpie

You better send that money if you wanna see your son again

My pinky ring Jewish and it cost a lot of Benjamin's

Rubies in my mouth same color as an Indian

Big ass Glock knock a nigga to oblivion

And you already know we can't do music 'cause you're so retarded

Saw a bag of coke and it reminded me of where I started

I just caught the fight and hit up Darkie (bitch im in yo city)

Way too many blunts and Percocets, it got me feeling dizzy



Mmm, pickin' it up

Middle finger in the place and I'm stickin' it up

On the way to the top and we got a lot in the pot

Smoking every single day with Dillinger on an opp

And we can get it

And we can get it, my nigga

Me and Christ hit the shooting range grippin' the trigger

I be feeling kinda light-weight sippin' the liquor

I'm buying Crypto low and then flippin' it bigger, my nigga

Hmm, gotta put in to get out

These niggas want a handout, but ain't got shit to hand out

My nigga, why your hand out?

Huh, we got some bands now

Funny how this Hip-Hop shit like to pan out (Oh)

Huh, lights, camera, action

Hit the prime with the headlock, blam

Huh, no manners

Rules, regulations or standards

Chains so big it's like I'm a slave

rock too big to fit in my grave

Drippin', but my songs never leak

This that shit that you put on repeat

WATCHING ME (feat. Christ Dillinger and Lil Darkie)

the napoleonic wars (wendigo X darkie)

Goodbye, Sweet Sin

i had fun making this on halloween that is all

lyrics:

i am incredulous
a genderless alien
speaking

not on the sedatives
the DMT be in me
tweaking

stunt to the blunt store
or something
then proceed to light that bitch up
like a pumpkin

trick or treat
this poison candy bitter sweet inside me

my halloween is going great 
my spine it do divide me

fugus
that smoke is where my lung is
okay now
bitch i run this 
a swirly that’s a dung kiss

boy why you tryna bum kiss
oh now you tryna bump this
go get a couple internet numbers now you pompous

i take a couple bong rips
no diamonds that’s the wrong wrist
and no i do not want kids
do anal take a long piss

i stick that barrel inside of your anus
i’ll buy a gun every day til I’m famous
i will do anything however heinous
if it will come fill up the hole where my pain is

you heard a nigga
these motherfucks halloween 
they down with murder nigga
and all the public is some sheep
they tryna herd a nigga 
i said
fuck all that shit aint my burden nigga
lil darkie fuck that fuck that fuck that

HALLOWEINER (PROD. LiL CUBENSiS)

LUV IS A FAGGOT

I AM ADDICTED TO GROOMING DOGS AND IM SICK OF IT

BLOOD MONEY

GRANDMA'S FREESTYLE w/BRUHMANEGOD & XANAKIN SKYWOK (PROD.megaTRONG)

PROD.SOLSA

LYRICS:
ima get older and tell everybody i rapped about killing and selling, a felon
tell my supporters that i was a shooter im flexing and totin the indian weapons
moved to la ima get a face that and then hope that the internet people get threatened
impressing and now im gon write me a bar about how ive been selling dope since i was seven
fuck rap
ill be me anyway
all the rap shit
get out of my face
think they move  
but they running in place
you got a gun
wont run a damn fade
damn
maybe i got an issue
no
the world to sensitive
i cant mention it
got couple things i cant say
cuz people bitch and shit

if i was you 
i wouldnt even say a word  
if you did what you talk about
then youd be in the dirt
if i did what you did then
id be questioning my worth
whats it really worth
when you capping for a verse 
huh? pussy

tradition is peer pressure
from the dead
looking forward to them niggas
who wan shoot me in the head
cuz im telling you these niggas
aint shit
and im upset
talking reckless online
with they feet up in a bed

all you niggas think you matter
but you dont
i grew up in a place where
you born and then you gone
all you niggas like food
so im feeding on your bones
i dont wanna hear you talk
so leave me the fuck alone

fuck these niggas
fuck a bitch
hit a lick
industry nigga shit

im into this into dick
half gay
ima hit my opps with a brick

im just a rapper
and i do rap things
i sell drugs sell guns
in the scene  


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https://www116.zippyshare.com/v/5pGGivD2/file.html

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FUCK RAP

lyrics:
it's okay for music to not be about anything
fucking jesus christ (huh)

put your mind to it and do it, the fluid stewin'
better stir it 'fore it's ruined, goodness sake
ain't no more leaves in the trees, hood is raked but i'm baked
because i got it imported, where they make it at?
i hear the bacon splat, you know we takin' that back home
i put the chrome to the front of your dome and say
"please stop littering and jittering so much"
with a finger i could touch on the trigger like the clutch
switch gears, ditch peers that be rollin' up a dutch
ho, you must be retarded, throwing gas up in the flavorin'
savorin' it much? i'm behaving like a rapper
wrap a wrapper 'round the crutch, raw paper that i'm favorin'
rap music and if it slaps, choose it
if you a fruit bruisin' that mean you shoot twos in
and never threes, nigga, be with my g's, nigga
you fall from trees that probably swarming with bees, nigga
uh, sometimes i forget that every blunt is different
and every hit i take i should be livin' in, but i be stressin'
absent minded, i keep the rats from findin' out
where all my cheese is hidin', i keep it wrapped in bindin'
but then i realize everything has passed me by
and stressin' out has left me worried 'bout your last reply
i have to power through and overcome myself, defy the odds
bitch, i like a challenge, so i might be finding oz
in another life i'd be a bad bitch, savage
cooking up some cabbage you can ravage
nigga, eat up and kick ya feet up, recline ya seat up
holder colder with the ice inside it, i'm enticing, unsurprising
in another life i'd be a big man, cig hand
puffin' on tobacco while i dig mad graves
killin' shit and fillin' it with stuffin', hella rough for nothin'
but the huffin' odor pleasant, eat a pheasant like a peasant kinging

yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh (tell 'em, wendigo)
yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh (that's right, bitch)
sha, sha, sha, sha, sha, sha, sha, sha
sha, sha, sha, sha, sha, sha, sha, sha

wild west sickening, yuh, i ended up 'round here
down here, other side of town, we're
not for the bickering, we be lookin' at the road
where we go, you ain't care enough to know
and the plot more than thickenin', write a story, let it go
that's a mandatory no, foes
outside and lookin' in, or maybe in and lookin' out
be a sinner, that's a route, nigga, shout
that's a wrap

tell 'em, wendigo
hit it, baby, that's a wrap

THIS DOES NOT EXIST

wrap music

lyrics:
naa
naa-naa, na-na-na
okay
okay

foot long line of ketamine
don't be a square like tiananmen
go inhale that sediment
crackhead, take methamphetamine
knock like a cop, won't let him in
come in, please sit and settle in
both of the coasts unsettling
please stop your meddling, nigga
wow, used to hit up people, now those people hit me now
niggas want beef, all you rappers have a cow
i'm eating that orange chicken and interviewing mao
zedong, fade on sight
see me stunting down the block in a painted tibetan fanny pack
like manny pac, i said fuck the faggots, like, suck a tranny sack
my canny packing gas in it tightly, i might be anti-vax
your auntie lack, i might take her money off of her panty stack
i can't be wack, if i keep on spitting i wonder
when i'm seven hundred underground plunderers find a cd
"can't be slap!" that anti-rap, fancy that! playin' the classics
the way she play with my vlasic pickle i'm not very flaccid
nickel-plated, fickle faded
the metal stoner grown a boner to show her
imperative, you know, a grower from a shower
nigga, get down, take cover, she got an std
she'll have you burning through rubber, you're not impressing me
please go return with some numbers
sell powder (yeah), bell tower (yeah)
yell louder (yeah), okay now
sell powder (yeah), bell tower (yeah)
yell louder (yeah), okay now
okay now, okay now
see me stunting down the block
while they fainting you better watch your head
"hip-hop is dead"
but if i'm so hip and i'm hoppin', what be then?
let's just pretend that you believe in rebirth
from matter under the dirt
don't matter if yo' feet hurt
they'll return to be earth
i'm making my way in the night time
we fade if you wanna go fight mine
i'm crossing erasing the white line in the street
under the light shining, bite grinding
i got that paint on my pants
i got that paint on my shirt
i got that paint on my hands
i take a step in that work, uh, uh

THE PAINT WALKING

TONSIL

I GOT YA MOMMA SUCKIN DICK IN HD THAT BITCH SHE HATE ME
PULL THE PISTOL OUT ITS GETTIN 
SPACEY ITS CRAZY

SHOOTIN BUCK SHOTS
THINK I GIVE A FUCK NOT
I DO NOT LOVE THOT
I JUST WANT THE BUTTOX

IN THE CATACOMBS WIT IT
SUCK MY DICK TILL I FINISH
BREAK THROUGH WALLS WIT MY DICK TIP

I DONT GIVE A FUCK BOUT WHAT YOU ON LIL BITCH PASS IT ON
THAT BOY SWEATING THROUGH THE FUCKIN ROOF HE POPPED AN ADDERALL
DOO DOO
CHOPPA BUSSIN AND IT BREAK YO ROOF TOO 

YOU A NOBODY POSTED UP ON BLUES CLUES
AND MY BOOT CONNECT TO KICKIN OUT THE BLUETOOTH
YOU KNOW NOBODY STOP CLAIMING YOU USED TOO
AND NOW HIS NOSE RUNNY RIGHT HOOK KNOCK HIS TOOTH LOOSE

LAME PEOPLE WIT A TWERP FUCK IT PASS AWAY
I NEED A BITCH TO SUCK MY DICK BEFORE I DIE TODAY
IM WITH A BITCH AND THEN SHE TWERK TILL SHE PASS OUT
SHOTTY BARREL PUT IT IN YOUR MOUTH

HE AINT STRAPPED UP WIT THAT TOOL YOU BETTER GET HIM THE FUCK OUT
SHAWTY IT GO BOOF
BODIES HIT THE GROUND
CLAIM YOU SMOKIN BOOF 
BUNK DOWN BY THE POUND 
AND I GOT SOME REAL KILLAS ON YA TURF NOW

ITS A 2V1 THAT BOY HE HAD NO FUN
I GOT MY SPIDERS IN THE BACK THEY POP THE CHOP FOR SUM 
AYE GO AND POP THE TRUNK FOR SON
WE PUT HIM IN THE BACK LOADING UP THE BULLETS THEN WE SHOOT UP THE WHOLE COLTASACK

FOR REAL MY POCKETS DEEP FOR REAL
I POINT THAT LAZER AT HIS LIVER
WATCH HIS BODY SPILL OUT CHILL OUT

fuck

TONSIL (PROD. DLTZK)

lyrics: 
I WANT NONE OF
HA
I WANT NONE OF THAT 
LA LA 
UNDERBELLY
LIKE A TON OF CRACK
I PEEL THE CONCRETE BACK
WHAT THE FUCK IS UNDER THAT?
WHERE THE DEVIL TAKE THE BABIES  
AND THEY PRINT OUT ALL THE PLAQUES

YOU WANT THAT MONEY?
THEY’LL GETCHO ASS UP ON THE RADIO
AINT IT FUNNY
THEY’LL MAKE YOU DRESS UP LIKE A LADY THO
OR PLAYBOY BUNNY 
YOU IN A MOVIE, FAMOUS? MAYBE THO
IT DOESN’T STUN ME
THEY TRYNA MAKE ME 
YOU CAN’T MAKE ME GO
AWAY
YOU CAN’T SAVE ME
YOU CAN TAKE ME WAY 
CAN’T TAKE ME PAIN
YOU CAN’T PLAY ME 
I CANT BE CONSOLED
PLAYED LIKE A GAME
YEAH THEY RAPE ME UGH
TAKE ME YEAH IT MAKE ME GO INSANE
HOW THEY PAY ME UGH
YO FAVORITE RAPPER SOUL IS ON THAT PAGE
NIGGA

THE MUSIC FAKE NIGGA
I HATE TO BREAK IT TO YA
BUT FOR GOODNESS SAKE 
THERE AINT NOTHING NEW TO MAKE WITCHA
COMPUTER BREAK BIGGER
ACCRUE THE CAKE AND PUT THE 
BATTER ON A PLATE
“BURN THAT FAGGOT AT THE STAKE!”

I WANT NONE OF
HA
I WANT NONE OF THAT 
LA LA 
UNDERBELLY
EVERYONE GOT CRACK
I PEEL THAT CRACK STRAIGHT BACK
WHAT THE FUCK IS UNDER THERE?
IT’S WHERE THE CEO OF AMAZON
HAS BUILD A SECRET LAIR

LUV IS A FAGGOT

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