Song lyrics

ᏩᎬNᎾᏟᏆᎠᎬ by lil Darkie

THIS BITCH IS LONG ITS 1906 WORDS LONG (minus these)

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Bitch, I'm smoking gas in my chambers like it's the
We're sorry, your lyric could not be completed because...
"Ayy, you Lil Darkie, nigga?"
And we want to suppress your opinion, fascistically
Take away the First Amendment!
All hail censorship!
All hail our feelings!

My God is realer than yours, he said what I do is right
That I should fight if heaven pours
I am very, very, sorry
My apologies, for coming off so harshly
Impart me, second chance
So I can dance the way you want me

You Nazi, got me!
Take alot more than that to top me
Soft ain't what I'm made of
You're the one acting like Adolf
Cocky, wit it, you goose-steppin' wit
You loose lippin', talking 'bout who trippin'
Talking 'bout who to shove under the bus
And all of the things that we shouldn't

This just in, Lil Darkie is racist
Spreading the message of Satan with faces
Blacker than any of us prolly are
But I'm still offended 'cause I'm a retard
He tryna be hard, we tryna be safe
By making it hard for you to create

Niggas that heard of me fight and debate
I don't deserve not one word of the hate
Mind control all my thoughts are mine to hold
All down in my spinal cord
Bitch, this ain't my final form

I got no time for you puppets
Take yo opinion and shove it
I keep my spirit above it
I'm taking criticism if it isn't ignorant
I'm not concerned with fitting in, I hit it different
I'm a cartoon
But niggas doing more pretending than me
Bitches act offended, get me banned on IG
You don't gotta be a hater, you don't like me
Why I keep a grin on my face, on my teeth

All these niggas mad, they ain't eating like concentration camps
Cut yourself escaping from, leaving over the nation fence
Most these niggas faking, not working, I'm puttin' them aside
Smoke until there's nothing remaining, I call it genocide

Phoney ass niggas plotting, whoa (I call it genocide)
Fruity niggas acting rotten, so (I call it genocide)
On yo shit nigga you not been, hoe (I call it genocide)
I ain't even think of stopping, though (I call it genocide)
Oh? What's this? (Yuh-uh)

Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
I'ma fuck around, and Timmy Turner to the tippy top (tippy top)
I wonder if these niggas really grip these Glocks
Trippin', acid lipping, flaccid dicking
'Til she gimme top, uh-huh

Skipping to the store, I got a red hood on
Salvia, we ripping out a ten-foot bong
There's a bitch inside my house, she keep on saying she's in pain
Yeah, she's sitting on my couch with burning needles in her brain
Divinorum in her veins, guess she was on Lexapro
The combo made her go insane
She feel calmer on cocaine (True story)
Don't rap for fame (Too whorey)

Bitch whatchu sayin'?
I'm Super Saiyan, you super plain (Root for me)
I take my pay, make the music
Plant a bomb, can't defuse it
I am calm, I am lucid
They betting on that he lose it, never had it to start with

Break you like using guitar pick
Constipated always making that hard shit
Contemplating taking niggas real far, shit
Things happen niggas switch you evolve with
Time moving, rhyme smoothin'
Stay focused you will shine through sin

Street tacos get some dimes Who's in?
Know a nigga threw the lime juice in
I know how to live (I know how to live)
I know how to die too
You could jump off a building
Eat mushroom for healing, put acid in your eyes too

I'ma fuck around and Timmy Turner to the tippy top (tippy top)
I wonder if these niggas really grip these Glocks
Trippin', acid lipping, flaccid dicking
'Til she gimme top
Whipping up my visions humans listen to the shit I drop (Shit I drop)