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letra de your demise - lil darkie

(yea, yea, you’re on the mic now)
(okay)
(boy, i took a big p–p)
(hahaha)
(oh f-ck!)

[lil darkie]
yea
b-tch
shut the f-ck up
what the f-ck going on?
you in the house of pain, b-tch
and it’s over now, i’ma make it simple and plain, b-tch (yuh)

what the f-ck is up?

you gotta try, but i could do this while i close my eyes
it’s terror reid and little darkie bringing your demise

i’m hitting beats, i f-ck around and make ’em see the light
left and right, hooks, i’m writing raps like i’ma fight the mike
you don’t evеn got yo’ hands up, i might make you cry
throw some punches back, i’m brеakin’ spines, he tap out, resign
haters talkin’ everyday, i guess lil darkie deaf
i can’t hear you, but i can smell the bullsh-t that’s on yo’ breath
“i don’t like that kinda music, i prefer to listen to mainstream, it sound the best”
b-tch, are you smoking meth?
or maybe crack, i’m breaking bones when i’m on the track
you n-ggas wack like mosquito, i smack and make a mess
obsessed with how you dress and takin’ pics, still unimpressed
you mad as f-ck, like i’m at the gym – you gettin’ pressed
like this [?] your music p–p, i flush it down with some toilet paper
moving like a sewer rat, someone call an exterminator
this sh-t from the future, b-tch, i move like i’m the terminator
i’ma make so much so if i’m cold i could just burn the paper
(hahaha)
[terror reid]
(god d-mn it)
(uh oh, uh oh)
(what’s he doin’?)
(what is he doin’?)

uh, burnin’ paper on another bag
making suckers mad, never left, they still want me back
level max, pumping gas, dirt where i relax
crack ’em off the map like it’s super smash
matter fact, peep the aftermath, going back into the past
f-ck yo’ mama, k!ll yo’ dad, target practice on her back
it’s the hooligan, he playin with the tool again, he swervin’ in the cougar, bust a luger at your only friends
doctor darkie hit me, said he need a lil’ assistance
you know ya boy, he had to pull up with the f-cking vengeance
i’ll stack ’em like a flapjack, pick apart the sentence
i’ll send ’em packin like i’m
‘cuz in the palm is where i hold the game
vernacular insane, rearrange your face like a puzzle game
b-tch, you know the name, morally insane
b-tches want my d-ck all in their mouth like it’s a vitamin
real talk, i’ll k!ll you quick and peel your skin off
then wear it like a mask to wipe the grin off
i make a spooky movie ’bout it all, then make a spinoff
the one they can’t fend off
i’m rollin’ up the church and lettin’ 10 off, b-tch, it’s reid
[lil darkie]

you gotta try, but i could do this while i close my eyes
it’s terror reid and little darkie bringin’ yo’ demise

- lil darkie

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