DARKIE CANNOT RAP!

Lyrics

[Intro] Who cares? Who really cares? [Verse 1] I feel like smoking weed today How I end up smoking you? (It did it for me) I feel like what I need today Is something to put something through (I did it for me) I feel like what I need to say Is somewhere I ain't never sought (Clever, though) I feel like someone need to pay For something ain't nobody bought (Body caught, body caught) Watch you rot, like a worm Ash my pot in your urn What'chu got, what'chu earn? I don't care In the end, it's your turn when you bare What is there, but the stench and your stare And the burn of the skin in the air Have you ever been to the fair? (Yes) I hate all the smiles that they wear I feel nothing wild under hair (Chest) I-I wanna go home, Mommy Walking 'round with no dome, I'll be brainless Ke-ke-ke-ke-keep yourself from 'round me B-b-b-blood on me, keep my Tommy stainless [Interlude] "Uh, Darkie, make a boom bap song, this" "Darkie, do what the fuck I want, that" "Darkie, uh, you don't have a real fuckin' life" "Uh-oh, oh my god, uh, do this, do that" "Uh, you don't really rap" "All you do is yell and say "Yuh"" Fuck you Suck my dark penis Ha-ha-ha [Verse 2] Yuh, fuck where I'm from; I hate it I'd rate it one star, gone far to evade it In L.A., 'til I made it, one who didn't resonate with the rest Designated regrets, just delayed a reflex Flew away from the nest and I ain't looking back Yeah, I stay cooking tracks, yeah, I stay in my house On the floor, like a mouse, or a rat, or a bat in the sky In the night, like a cat, I attack with a swipe And your life in my paw, like a knife You ain't saw nothing, right? Keep yo' jaw locking tight Talking nada, my shotta might rip up yo' tight fitting Prada The street getting hotter, eyesight 20/20 They funny for money, for cash I be working I'm lurking in shadows and ditches I'm hurting these riches, I'm certain these bitches want smoke Well, do you? [Verse 3] I will not smoke with you, lames I am bad with your names, but I remember homies The people that know me That care about me 'cause I care about them And we share our emotions The motions, they making me sick On an ocean of potion, engrossing my ego A seagull fly overhead, now I'm dead What would have grandpa said? If he come close to your family, stamp his head Like he an envelope, loud when I'm on the Coke Sound like I do emote, now I'm off Prozac I know that I'm dying, just don't wanna go back That pole in my nose doing blow like a snow cap I tow that for defence, I hop over the fence A creep in the deep end where nobody sleeping I'm steeping in hatred, won't break bread with no one I'll make meds and throw 'em, to make ends and blow 'em I'm growing, I'm massive, she know that I'm blasted She showing her assets like all of her facets I macerate bitches with herbs in a casket Then roll or pack it in a bowl and don't pass it, you bastid [Interlude] "Darkie can't rap" Suck my fucking— Literally, like, put your tongue in my butthole, you piece of garbage And taste the shit that excretes [Verse 4] Lost 12 in the bushes, got no time Might cost 12k, you tryna buy mo' rhymes, okay, now In a few years I'ma be worth more than currency New Year's I'ma be worth more than currently, definitely Smoke any fuck nigga that step to me Rep the beach, I might fuck yo' shit up irreparably Separately, I'ma fuck yo' ho' 'til she have to pee, mad at me? I ain't trade no loyalty to have ya key unlike the bitch Even with her kneeling, I ain't like the bitch Really, though, eye be looking steely cold Eye be looking red from the pot inside my grinder Find her and ingest her Mary Jane, I won't be pestered Lesser beings in they feelings, I don't see 'em, not important I'ma shorten your life, no retorting, morton Salt on yo' wound, homie halt, what'chu doing? I'm a toon, it's implied that I'm a loon With my goons, making ruins outta buildings, uh Know we busting through your ceilings, yeah We don't care about your feelings, yeah Tat myself, my skin is peeling, healing Reeling from the stench, yeah Why you sitting on a bench? Yeah, yeah Lurking in a trench, yeah, yeah Hopping every fence, yeah, gang (Yuh) I be counting bucks and I blow 'em like a poacher I'm a roacher, smoke it down to my finger for the culture You a vulture (Huh), wait, wait, hate me, bitch (Huh, huh) Great, say my namesake 'til I'm rich (Okay) Fake, fake, bitch, you stay the runt Hit that lick, take what we want You a snake-ass nigga, you a whole-ass cunt I'ma break your figures, bitch, I'm on the hunt Yuh