Genocide song by Lil Darkie from Primary Album Album not found. The music is composed and produced by Joel. Genre is Memes, Trap Metal, Rap music. The Record company is unknown. Released on None.
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Genocide Meaning
| [[Part I] [Intro] Bitch, I’m smokin’ 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 [Verse 1] My god is realer than yours, he says what I do is right That I should fight if Heaven pours I am very, very, sorry, my apologies, for comin’ off so harshly Impart me, second chance, so I can dance the way you want me You Nazi, got me, take a lot more than that to top me Soft ain’t what I’m made of, you’re the one actin’ like Adolf Cocky, way that you goose-steppin’, way that you loose-lippin’ Talkin’ ’bout who trippin’, talkin’ ’bout who to shove under the bus And who all of us trust that we shouldn’t This just in, Lil Darkie is racist, spreadin’ 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 makin’ 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 takin’ criticism if it isn’t ignorant I’m not concerned with fittin’ in, I hit it different I’m a cartoon but niggas doin’ more pretendin’ than me Bitches act offended, get 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 eatin’ like concentration camps Cut yourself escapin’ from leavin’ over the nation fence Most these niggas fakin’, not workin’, I’m puttin’ them aside Smoke until there’s nothin’ remainin’, I call it genocide Phoney ass niggas plottin’, woah (I call it genocide) Fruity niggas actin’ rotten, so (Bitch, I call it genocide) On yo’ shit nigga, you not been, ho (I call it genocide) I ain’t even think of stoppin’, though (I call it genocide) , [Part II] [Segue 1] Oh? What’s this? (Yuh-uh) Hahahaha Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch [Chorus] I’ma fuck around and Timmy Turner to the tippy top (Tippy top) I wonder if these niggas really grip these Glocks Trippin’ acid, lippin’ flaccid dickin’ ’til she give me top, (Uh-huh, uh-huh) [Verse 2] Skippin’ to the store, I got a red hood on Salvia, we rippin’ out a ten-foot bong There’s a bitch inside my house, she keep on sayin’ she’s in pain Yeah, she’s sittin’ on my couch with burnin’ 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 what you sayin’? I’m Super Saiyan, you super plain (Root for me) I take my pain, make the music, plant a bomb, can’t defuse it I am calm, I am lucid, they bettin’ on that he lose it Never had it to start with, break you like usin’ guitar pick Constipated, always makin’ that hard shit Contemplated takin’ niggas real far, shit Things happen, niggas switch, you evolve with Time movin’, 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 buildin’, eat mushroom for healin’ Put acid in your eyes too, yuh , [Chorus] I’ma fuck around and Timmy Turner to the tippy top (Tippy top) I wonder if these niggas really grip these Glocks Trippin’ acid, lippin’ flaccid dickin’ ’til she give me top, (Uh-huh, uh-huh) Whippin’ up my visions, humans listen to the shit I drop (Shit I drop) [Segue 2] Yeah, yeah Yeah, huh, yeah, huh Yeah Yeah, huh, yeah, huh [Part III] [Chorus] What goes around, comes around Goes around, goes around, goes around, goes around, E What goes around, goes around, goes around, goes around, uh Spider gang shit (Uh, Spider gang shit) Goes around uh, what do you want? (Goes around, goes around, goes around) (Yeah, Karma) [Bridge] Don’t be afraid, step right up, step right up Take your turn at the legendary wheel of karma But remember that what goes around Comes back around, goes back around to you (Yuh) , [Verse 3] What goes around, comes around Goes around, comes around, goes around, come back to you, uh My momma told me that was true, people remember like elephants do People forget all the elements too Livin’ and breathin’, succeedin’ at music At leadin’ the crew with a passion these niggas ain’t move ‘Cause they crashin’ and talent they rationin’ I’ll get a bat, I might bash him in Grippin’ a blade and I’m slashin’ him, happen to you I pull up on ’em, no maskin’, I’m smokin’ that dope up in Lassen With DRAIN THE SWAMP blastin’, I’m cool I’m on the beach up in Tahoe, packin’ that THC inside a raw cone I’ll be happy when it’s all gone, Mary Jane answer whenever she called on I had to fall down, I’m smokin’ too much Fold up a post-it, I’m chiefin’ a blue crutch I do not do Dutch, I don’t do backwoods Grab a leaf, only tobacco that smack good I fucked that, I fucked that bitch in the Safeway 7am and I’m havin’ a great day, uh I’m puttin’ on weight like I’m Tay-K Anime rapper, you sound like a Beyblade Anime rapper, you hard or you not though? Sip on yo’ Wok and the bars that you pop Oh, you need a Glock on yo’ lap and it cocked Or you grip yo’ cock and you fap while you stalk hoes? Niggas walk around in dark clothes Bitch, I’m smokin’ at the park, O’s Askin’ questions like a narc, no, why you sittin’ at the start? Go [Part IV] [Segue 3] Go, go, go, go, go Yeah, yeah, yeah Get it, get it, get it, get it, get it Oh my, oh my (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) [Verse 4] P-P-Pussy boy g-get out my way, uh I’ll run up that check before I run any fades, uh Killin’ shit for fun but I ain’t catchin’ no case, uh Chillin’ in the sun, a villain catchin’ some rays, uh Le-Le-Legalize the fungi, nigga, I eat it anyway It could start with one guy, nigga, the world got plenty fakes It don’t need another fire with my brothers in the street They don’t show no love, I sight the others, they look industry Let ’em sleep, goodness me, tell me, what should this be? Why you in my live talkin’ shit? I ain’t sayin’ shit to you Keep my pride on my hip, that’s a weapon I can’t lose Peep my vibe or keep, zip your lips Why won’t you choose to-to love everybody Bitch, how many times are you gonna ignore the signs in people’s rhymes? You niggas are retarded, he slid and left his 9 Yo’ momma must have dropped yo’ ass upon yo’ spine [Chorus] I feel like Rikki-Tikki-Tavi We mobbin’ through the lobby, that faggot tried to rob me No ho, like D’Lo, bitch I feel like Rikki-Tikki-Tavi I think the copper saw me, but I ain’t chain-link-hoppin’ ‘Cause I ain’t see no shit [Verse 5] Niggas will believe whatever you tell ’em, if you tell ’em enough Helpful when you sellin’ some stuff, or startin’ a war They rotten at the heart, at the core I’m plottin’ to pour LSD in the reservoir All over the floor, I’m bringin’ psilocybin on tour I’m hidin’ the cure, for fixin’ niggas, I’m very sure Stop bein’ depressed, step outside and puff out your chest He made you the best that’s ever gonna jump out the nest I’m a crushin’ a pest, you rushin’ to get up like you next You failin’ the test, impale yourself through one of your breasts Somewhere on your chest Your heart departs and leaves you with less Now, look at this mess, bitch, pull yourself together, no rest [Chorus] I feel like Rikki-Tikki-Tavi I know that copper saw me But I ain’t chain-link-hoppin’ ’cause I’m up in his whip [Interlude] Stop (I know you, motherfucker) Stop resisting (Fuckin’ bitch), stop resisting (Let me go, you fuckin’ motherfucker) Stop resisting (Agh) [Part V] [Segue 4] Sometimes all you need to do is hop on the subway and go Go [Chorus] Let your brain leak out of your ears, uh Go insane, nigga, punch all your peers, ayy Pick the kid up, nigga, wipe off your tears We war-ready, I see you very clear [Verse 6] For the tribe, do it for the tribe, nigga, or ’cause you alive Free what is inside, nigga, I know why you cry There is somethin’ vile, takin’ 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, don’t 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 with your 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 dyin’ to pipes I won’t front, nigga what you want? I just wanna see you stunt on these hatin’ ass sucker nigga cunts Kick it punt, I don’t fuck with runts, one-one-seven killin’ grunts They in Heaven when I hunt them I hit him then he… [Chorus] Let his brain leak out of his ears, uh Go insane, bitch, I’ll punch all your peers, ayy Pick the kid up, nigga, wipe off your tears We war-ready, I see you very clear Let your brain leak out of your ears, uh Go insane, nigga, punch all your peers, ayy Pick the kid up, nigga, wipe off your tears We war-ready, if you not, why you here? [Bridge] Go, go, go, go One, two—, one, two, three, nigga [Verse 7] Bitch, I’m killin’ everyone, bitch, I’m causin’ a genocide Fuck these rappin’ niggas, they cappin’, tap in, pretend to slide Bitch, I’m in the field like a soldier, I’m makin’ fuckin’ moves Made of paper, nigga, I’ll fold ya, roll ya and tuck it smooth Niggas wanna talk, I don’t have the time I be on the block, meditatin’, makin’ rhymes Uh, you be hella hatin’, got no cock, got no spine There ain’t no debatin’, do not talk, make a line Bi-Bi-Bitch, I keep it on me, like commie or an American I ain’t smokin’ 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 slappin’, I’m killin’ every man [Bridge] Huh, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Bih-bih-bih, bih, yeah, yeah Bih-bih-bih, bih, yeah, yeah [Outro] Are you still offended? (Are you?) Let me know (Please do not be) I care so much about how you feel] |
