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He said he was gonna diss Clowns...
So Clowns called me.

Cosmo here, logged in just to end that act
You wanna talk about Clowns? Now I’m snappin’ back
He hadn’t even dropped, watch me bury that track
Clowns gave the call, I ran it flat
Hairline ghosted like facts in his chat
Spits like fear in a fitted cap
This ain’t defense, this is full collapse
Cosmo don’t diss, I rewrite your past
Talk big game, but your chest don’t rise
Every word you spit got panic inside
I see the break in your forced facade
You’re one deep breath from meeting God
No cadence, no depth, just secondhand rage
A parody voice with a second-rate stage
Wants to mirror the greats, but the mirror cracks
'Cause I’m the truth, and you fold on facts

You studied the throne, but never picked up a plan
Only summoned on stream, never wrote a bar
Threatened a track like that gets you far
You’ve never penned heat, never bled on page
You queued the cam, I took the mic
You mimic the look, but never the grind
Wanna rap? Then step in line
Your diss don’t exist, it’s a ghost in chat
Cosmo showed up, and buried that

Even when Clowns wrote the lines for you
You fumbled the flow like it burned right through
Gave you the map, you tripped on the path
Tried to spit truth, but you choked on math
I gave you the script, you blurred the page
Stuttered each line like a panic cage
You had one job, now you lost your pass
Cosmo here, and I’m built to last

You don’t got a name, just a glitch on feed
Typed your tag, and the barcodes bleed
I don’t see a rival, I see a ghost
A watermark kid tryna brag the most
You logged in loud, then logged out slow
Clowns said “drop him,” I broke that show
No beef, no shot, no round to send
Just Cosmo clicking “delete” again
No verses, no hits, no voice, no claim
You’re a placeholder line with a borrowed name
I gave you the fame you’ll never return
You ain’t underground, you’re buried deep
A warning tag left for the bots to sweep
You spoke too soon, I ended the tale
This ain’t a beef, it’s your funeral
Cosmo signed in, and cleared your hell

Last bar hit?
That’s cardiac.
I don’t kill careers…
I collapse 'em flat.
Pre-mortem…

Lyrics: Chris, Cosmo
Vocals: Cosmo
Drums: Jeremy
Bass: Isaac
Guitar: Chris
Production: Chris

Pre-mortem

@sol-filshie
@lildvrkie

bmg

wake up feelin, pissin
so i victim
dont let ya kids out da door
or i'm finna hit em
feelin foolish
mass shootin
in every district
genocide
of all you muthafuckin gimmicks
fuck a beat
fuck a rapper, head to feet
in da seat
wit da windows down
smokin cheese louise
i'm a fiend
ima run amok
runnin up ya chips
fuck ya shit
what the fuck is poppin
other than ya lips

in LA
& i'm killin at the warped tour
you ain snappin
you lackin
the fuck you work for
i put 1000
you pussies recycle verses
yamudaa magic
i'll show these kids what a curse is
i'm the crackpot slackjaw
you ain really shit
you a handjob
what the fuck you sayin
you is cancer

darkie

YOU IS CANCER LIKE A TUMOR
I WANT ANSWERS NEVER RUMORS
KILLING BOOMERS OUT IN SUMER
WEIRD DARK BOY WITH THE HUMOR

SMOKE BIG GAS IM A FUMER, YES
MIGHT END END UP WITH A TUMOR, CHEST
I’D LOVE LEAVING SOONER 
“THOUGHTS INSIDE MY HEAD” GET

LOUD OUT HERE IN THE SEWER
LOUD OUT HERE ON THE WEST
HIT YOU RIGHT, ‘BOVE THE VEST 
HIT YOU RIGHT, MAKE A MESS

SLACK JAW SITTING ON THE COUCH
WACKIN THESE NIGGAS IM HIDDEN IN CROUCH
OUCH
FIRE STYLE WITH THE SIGN
NINJA PUT KUNAI INSIDE OF YO MIND
FIND

SEVERAL OF EM DEAD 
WIT A BULLET IN THE HEAD 
I HIT HIM FROM AFAR 

LIKE A PANCAKE 
I WON’T LET MY HAND SHAKE 
HAND BRAKE
 HIT HIM WITH MY CAR

TAR 
ON YO KNEES I MAKE YOU BLEED
I HAVE TO FEEEEEEED 

DARKIE ONLY EATS 
YO TERROR AND HIS WEEEEEED 
YEAH

COLD LIKE A KLONDIKE BAR
MY STOCK FOLD KEEP A STRONG DYKE FAR
OUUU

LEAVE EM SLACKJAW
CANNOT MAKE A SONG THAT HARD
YUHHH


BMG, LIL DARKIE
ON STRANGER DANGER BRO
SEE THEM, THESE
BULLETS LEAVE
FROM THE BANGER HOE

ALL OF MY COOK THAT BACK YARD UH
WE BE SO SHARP LIKE HACK SAW 
IMMA HIT SHAWDY LIKE FUCK IT
I BODY BAG IT AND THEN QUIT IT ADMIT IT YO BACK RAW 
SLACK JAW!

SLACKJAW W/ LIL DARKIE (PROD. SOLSA)

ROLL UP - LIL DARKIE & UNOFROMPLUTO (PROD. WENDIGO)

UPSET W/ LIL DARKIE [PROD. WENDIGO]

LYRICS: https://genius.com/Lil-darkie-kill-all-humans-2-3-prod-wendigo-lyrics

KILL ALL HUMANS 2/3 (PROD. WENDIGO)

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

FETUS DELETUS(CXRPSE X BRUHMANEGOD)(PROD.MATHIASTYNER)

SPIDER GANG

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