Genocide Song Lyrics
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, fascisticallyTake away the First Amendment!All hail censorship! All hail our feelings!
My God is realer than yours, he said what I do is rightThat I should fight if Heaven poursI am very, very, sorryMy apologies, for coming off so harshlyImpart me, second chanceSo I can dance the way you want me
You Nazi! Got me!Take a lot more than that to top meSoft ain’t what I’m made ofYou’re the one acting like AdolfCocky, way that you goose-steppingWay you loose lippin’, talking ’bout who trippin’Talking ’bout who to shove under the busAnd who all of us trust that we shouldn’t
This just in, Lil Darkie is racistSpreading the message of Satan with facesBlacker than any of us prolly areBut I’m still offended ’cause I’m a retardHe tryna be hard, we tryna be safeBy making it hard for you to create
Niggas that heard of me fight and debateI don’t deserve not one word of the hateMind control, all my thoughts are mine to holdAll down in my spinal cordBitch, this ain’t my final form
I got no time for you puppets, take yo’ opinion and shove itI keep my spirit above itI’m taking criticism if it isn’t ignorantI’m not concerned with fitting in, I hit it differentI’m a cartoon, but niggas doing more pretending than meBitches act offended, they get me banned on IGYou don’t gotta be a hater, you don’t like meWhy I keep a grin on my face, on my teeth
All these niggas mad, they ain’t eating like concentration campsCut yourself escaping from, leaving over the nation fenceMost these niggas faking, not working, I’m puttin’ them asideSmoke 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-yuh)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 GlocksTripping acid, lipping flaccid dicking ’til she gimme top, uh-huh
Skipping to the store, I got a red hood onSalvia, we ripping out a ten-foot bongThere’s a bitch inside my house, she keep on saying she’s in painYeah, she’s sitting on my couch with burning needles in her brainDivinorum in her veins, guess she was on LexaproThe combo made her go insaneShe 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 pain, make the musicPlant a bomb, can’t defuse itI am calm, I am lucidThey betting on that he lose it, never had it to start with
Break you like using guitar pickConstipated always making that hard shitContemplating taking niggas real far, shitThings happen, niggas switch, you evolve withTime 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 inI know how to live (I know how to live)I know how to die tooYou could jump off a buildingEat 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 GlocksTripping acid, lipping flaccid dicking ’til she gimme top, uh-huhWhipping up my visions, humans listen to the shit I drop (shit I drop)
Yeah, yeahYeah, huh, yeah, huhYeahYeah, huh, yeah, huhYeah, huh, yeah, huhYeah, huh, yeah, huh
What goes around, comes aroundGoes around, goes around, goes around, goes around, ayyWhat goes around, goes around, goes around, goes around, uhSpider gang shit (uh, Spider gang shit)Goes around, uh, what you what (goes around, goes around, goes around)(Yeah, Karma)
Don’t be afraid, step right up, step right up!
Take your turn at the legendary wheel of KarmaBut remember, that what goes aroundComes back around, goes back around to you, yeah
What goes around, comes aroundGoes around, comes around, goes around, come back to youMy mama told me that was truePeople remember like elephants doPeople forget all the elements tooLiving and breathing, succeeding at musicAt leading the crew with a passionThese niggas ain’t move‘Cause they crashing and talent, they rationing
I’ll get a bat, I might bash him inGripping a blade, and I’m slashing him, happen to you!I pull up on ’em no maskingI’m smokin’ that dope up in LassenWith DRAIN THE SWAMP blasting I’m cool
I’m on the beach up in TahoePacking that THC inside a RAW coneI’ll be happy when it’s all goneMary Jane answer whenever she called onI had to fall down, I’m smoking too muchFold up a Post-It, I’m chiefing a blue crutch
I do not do Dutch, I don’t do BackwoodsGrab a leaf, only tobacco that smack goodI fucked that, I fucked that bitch in the Safeway7 a.m. and I’m having a great dayI’m putting on weight like I’m Tay-K
Anime rapper, you sound like a BeybladeAnime rapper, you hard or you not though?Go sip on yo’ Wock’ and the bars that you pop, ohYou need a Glock on yo’ lap and it cocked orYou grip yo’ cock and you fap while you stalk hoes?
Niggas walk around in dark clothesBitch, I’m smoking at the park, O’sAsking questions like a narc, noWhy you sitting at the start? Go!
Go, go, go!Yeah, yeah, get it, get it, get it, get it, get itOh my, oh my (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
P-P-Pussy boy g-get out my way!I’ll run up that check before I run any fadesKilling shit for fun but I ain’t catching no caseChilling in the sun, a villain catching some raysL-l-legalize the fungi nigga, I eat it anyway
It could start with one guy, nigga, the world got plenty fakesIt don’t need another fire with my brothers in the streetThey don’t show no love, I sight the others, they look industryLet ’em sleep, goodness me, tell me, what should this be?Why you in my live talking shit? I ain’t saying shit to youKeep my pride on my hip, that’s a weapon I can’t lose
Peep my vibe or keep zip your lipsWhy won’t you choose to love everybody?Bitch, how many times are you gonna ignore the signs and people’s rhymes?Yo’ niggas are retarded, he slid and left his .9Yo mama must have dropped yo’ ass upon you spine
I feel like Rikki-Tikki-Tavi, we mobbing through the lobbyThat faggot tried to rob me“No hoe” like D-Lo, bitchI feel like Rikki-Tikki-Tavi, I think the copper saw meBut I ain’t chain link hopping‘Cause I ain’t see no shit
Niggas will believe whatever you tell ’em, if you tell ’em enoughHelpful when you selling some stuff or starting a warThey rotten at the heart at the coreI’m plotting to pour LSD in the reservoirAll over the floor, I’m bringing Psilocybin on tourI’m hiding the cure for fixing niggas, I’m very sure
Stop being depressedStep outside and puff out your chestHe made you the best that’s ever gonna jump out the nestI’m a crushing a pest, you rushing to get up like you nextYou failing the test, impale yourself through one of your breasts
Somewhere on your chestYour heart departs and leaves you with lessNow look at this messBitch, pull yourself together, no rest
I feel like Rikki-Tikki-Tavi, I know that copper saw meBut I ain’t chain link hopping‘Cause I’m up in his whip
Stop (I know you, motherfucker)Stop resisting (fucking bitch), stop resisting (let me go, you fucking motherfucker)Stop resisting (agh)
All you need to do is hop on the subway and go, go!
Let your brain leak out of your earsGo insane, nigga, punch all your peers, ayyPick the kid up, nigga, wipe off your tearsWe war-ready, I see you very clear
For the tribe, do it for the tribe nigga, or ’cause you aliveFree what is inside, nigga, I know why you cryThere is something vile, taking people ain’t no lieI know we should smile bigger because we will dieMama, why we die?Tell me, mama, 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 wayHe was just a boy, wanna play with the daySee him where he lay, now see him where he lay
Don’t succumb to ignorance, or you will have to pay with ya lifePlay with a knife, you could filet what you write withStay outta fightsTryna spit or you tryna gang-bang? Pick a typeI don’t wanna see no talented rappers dying to pipes
I won’t front, nigga, what you want?I just wanna see you stunt on these hating ass sucka nigga cuntsKick it punt, I don’t fuck with runts, 117 killing gruntsThey in Heaven when I hunt, when I hit him then he…
Let his brain leak out of his earsGo insane, bitch, I’ll punch all your peers, ayyPick the kid up, nigga, wipe off your tearsWe war-ready, I see you very clear
Let your brain leak out of your earsGo insane, nigga, punch all your peers, ayyPick the kid up, nigga, wipe off your tearsWe war-ready, if you not why you here?
Go, go, goOne, two, one, two, three, nigga
Bitch, I’m killing everyoneBitch, I’m causing a genocideFuck these rapping niggas, they cappingTap in, pretend to slideBitch, I’m in the field like a soldier, I’m making fucking movesMade of paper, nigga, I’ll fold ya, roll ya, and tuck in smooth
Niggas wanna talk, I don’t have the timeI be on the block meditating, making rhymesUh, you be hella hating, ain’t got no cock, got no spine (yuh)
There ain’t no debating, do not talk, make a lineBitch, I keep it on me, like commie or an AmericanI ain’t smoking with you, but money could make me share it thenSweeter than some honey and funny ’cause I ain’t very tanStill the darkest rapper, you slapping, I’m killing every man
Huh, yeahYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeahBI-BI-BI-BI, Yeah, yeahBI-BI-BI-BI, Yeah, yeah
Are you still offended? (Are you?)Let me know, please do not beI care so much about how you feel