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letra de holocaust (remastered lyrics) - lil darkie

holocaust (remastered lyrics) lyrics
[intro]
ha!
hey guys!
let’s do one of those no melody songs
that’ll be so creative
huh?
yuh!
ayy, wendigo
you sound like kenny beatz right now -laughing-
oh my god
hey!
yuh
b-tch!
yeah
yeah

[chorus]
b-b-b-tch i’m smoking gas in my chambers like it’s the holocaust
pull up with that k on my rifle, that’s what the halo costs
teacher said “you won’t be succsessful making those animations”
shutcho apple eatin’ ass up and do some laminations
i’d tear a page out the bible if i be outta papers
i know n-ggas worshippin’ idols put acid in your wafers
pastor said “you won’t be sucsessful makin’ that boomin”
did i ask a p-ssy n-gga? you a human, and i’ma be a star soon

[verse 1]
wavy like ahab, hit that n-gga with a harpoon
save me i may have pullеd the trigger
ate somе hard ‘shrooms
maybe i’m faded but i wiggle like a cartoon
yeah i
feel like a cartoon
i’m in your devices
perpatuate your vices in crisis but i’m the nicest
always eat your food with spices
pay attention to the prices don’t be made into a sucka
you won’t have enough for suppa
keep your numbers on the uppa
tupperware eatin’ my seatin’ steady
on the carpet
i park it
and then i sparket no marketin’
hittin’ targets
hit like a guitar pick
that’s strummin’
or like a drum that be gunnin’ you down for fun
i chuckle and then i run
[verse 2]
run up i dumb it out
he wanna thump it out
coconut mountain my b-tch gotta lump it out
don’t do no arguments
pull up no parkin’ it
you hear the sound when my n-ggas is sparkin’ it
i got two hands on that b-tch i won’t double-back
i got that cookie it double wrap
i got gelato in cuban tobacco
i popped a new bottle and blew out her back-o
i act like a wack-o
i spit like i’m chewin’ on you and don’t know what to do with the goo
you a slimy ass n-gga
you drip like a garbage bag
try me i always pull up with a larger mag
built like a armory
n-ggas got no chance of harming me
smoke up a garden g
i think it harden me
i am not hurtin’
my pain is too far to see
b-tch if we kick it
no way you said “nah” to weed?
or to poppin’ a bottle
we pop em’ we waddle
i ain’t never doddle i’m kicin’ a throttle
while f-cking a model
i stay as a drawing your life is a novel
and most of it awful
n0body read no more i stay on the screen you wh0re
you pay to get seen you bored
don’t play for no team
i’m bored
talkin that sh-t yo lip like an assh0l-
walk in that b-tch shoot the bricks out your castle
you and them n-ggas not pure just a satrel
that sh-t a purse
but it’s less of a hassle
why it got tassles?
why it got tassles on it?
i won’t pass the chronic to you
super sonic
hoover-vaccum b-tch
i pack her smackin’ lips
my d-ck attack her
slip n’ slide
i back-hand quick
stackin’ chips like it’s a pringles can get it crackin’ b-tch n-gga
bring it then
(yuh)
bring it then
(yuh, yuh)
[bridge]
b-tch want smoke?
(b-tch want)
b-tch i’m smokin’ gas
in my chambers like it’s the holocaust
(qb)
b-tch bring the hate, bring the smoke
b-tch, bring the hate, bring the smoke
b-tch i’m feeling great
b-tch b-tch b-tch b-tch b-tch
b-tch b-tch b-tch b-tch b-tch b-tch
yah
yur
okay

[verse 3]
b-tch bring the hate
bring the smoke
b-tch i’m feelin’ great!
chopstick get ate
f-ck yo fate
change yo f-ckin’ state
under sewer grates, put the stock up to my waste
i make you flip like a cake
f-ck yo zip yo cookie fake
i tend to drip when i bake
put tobacco in my face
b-tch off the rit i be laced
go outside and catch a case
the p-ssy wet, from the mace
riot dyin’ in the street
pick up the pace
f-ck you slowin for?
we racin’ on our feet

[verse 4]
we movin’ hays
i’m amazed!
all these n-ggas fallin off!
free 14
all these other rappers suck
spider gang
choppa cough
b-tch on paper i look greater than presidents
hippostaurous precedents
got a roster of resonance copper?
bother the residents proper
stalkin your evidence locker
medicine set it’ll stomp your head in the droppa
i keep the led in the yappa
i get to poppin yo top or ya lecks and sever spit red
i’ll drop you dead and in heaven with papa

[bridge]
b-b-b-tch i’m smokin’ heat like an oven hansel and gretel
sippin’ tea inside your neighborhood
cannot handle the kettle
pullin up, double glove and i’m buzzin’
grippin’ the medals
spend a dozen and dip before he could settle
he want beef but he a chicken
i’m smokin’ n-gga rotisserie
you history
i used my machine to make you a mystery like scooby-doo
i roll up my doobie-full
of the beautyfull
her booty pull be in cuz she suitable irrifutable
run up on you make you a victim
i’m the f-ckin’ shooter
i don’t pay for features i l!ck em
watch your d-mn computer
back in high school they took my scooter
they made me a looter
i was smart i ain’t need no tutor
born a true intruder

[chorus]
b-tch i’m smoking gas in my chambers like it’s the holocaust
pull up with that k on my rifle, that’s what the halo costs
teacher said “you won’t be succsessful making those animations”
teacher and the doctor got no patience
i feel like a cartoon
i feel like a cartoon

[outro]
oh, my god
bro
now we’re so original
i just made a f-cking new genre
oh my god, so lyrical
they i’m going to get so much clou-
(clout)

- lyrics lil darkie

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