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letra de genocide pt 5 - lil darkie

all you need to do is hop on the subway and go, go
let your brain leak out of your ears
go insane n-gga punch all your peers
ayy, pick the kid up, n-gga wipe off your tears
we war-ready, i see you very clear
for the tribe, do it for the tribe n-gga
or ’cause you alive
free what is inside n-gga, i know why you cry
there is something vile, taking people ain’t no lie
i know we should smile bigger
because we will die. momma why we die?
tell me, momma, why we die?
i know why they hate me because i will not be shy!
“i just wanna fly daedalus, i have to try!”
“no, do not be a fool icarus, you flew too high!”
son, move, get out of my way
he was just a boy wanna play with the day
see him where he lay, now see him where he lay
don’t succumb to ignorance
or you will have to pay witcha life
play with a knife, you could filet what you write with
stay outta fights
tryna spit or you tryna gang bang, pick a type
i don’t wanna see no talented rappers dying to pipes
i won’t front, n-gga whatchu want?
i just wanna see you stunt
on these hating ass sucka n-gga c-nts
kick it punt, i don’t f-ck with runts
one-one-seven k!lling grunts
they in heaven when i hunt
when i hit him then he
let his brain leak out of his ears
go insane, b-tch, i’ll punch all your peers
ayy, pick the kid up, n-gga wipe off your tears
we war-ready, i see you very clear
let your brain leak out of your ears
go insane n-gga punch all your peers
ayy, pick the kid up, n-gga wipe off your tears
we war-ready, if you not
why you here?
(go, go, go, go, 1, 2, 1, 2, 3)
b-tch, i’m k!lling everyone
b-tch, i’m causing a genocide
f-ck these rapping n-ggas they capping
tap in pretend to slide
b-tch, i’m in the field like a soldier
i’m making f-cking moves
made of paper n-gga i’ll fold ya
roll ya and tuck in smooth
n-ggas wanna talk
i don’t have the time
i be on the block
meditating making rhymes
uh, you be h-lla hating
ain’t got no c-ck, got no spine (yuh)
there ain’t no debating
do not talk, make a line
b-tch, i keep it on me
like commie or an american
i ain’t smoking with you
but money could make me share it then
sweeter than some honey
and funny ’cause i ain’t very tan
still the darkest rapper
you slapping i’m k!lling every man
huh, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
bi-bi-bi-bi yeah, yeah
bi-bi-bi-bi yeah, yeah
are you still offended?
are you?
let me know, please do not be
i care so much about how you feel

- lil darkie

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