Holocaust Song Lyrics by Lil Darkie
Ha, hey guys, let’s do one of those no melody songsThat’ll be so creativeYeah, uh, yeah, yeahAyy, Wendigo, you sound like Kenny Beats right now, hahahaChase the money, chase money, hahahaYeah, oh my God, bitch, yes, yeah, Wendi
B-B-Bitch I’m smokin’ gas in my chambers like it’s the holocaustPull up with a K on my rifle, that’s what the holo costTeacher said you won’t be successful makin’ those animationsShut yo apple-eatin’ ass up and do some laminations
I tear a page out the bible if I be out of papersIdle niggas worshipin’ idols, put acid in yo wafersPastor said you won’t be successful gettin’ that boomin’Did I ask ya pussy nigga? You a humanAnd I’ma be a star soon, wavy like Ahab, hit that nigga with the harpoonSave me, I may have pulled the trigger, ate some hard ‘shroomsMaybe I’m faded but I wiggle like a cartoonYeah, I feel like a cartoonI’m in yo devices, perpetuate your vices in crisis, but I’m the nicestAlways eat your food with spicesPay attention to the prices, don’t be made into a suckaYou won’t have enough for supper, keep ya numbers on the upperTupperware eatin’, my seatin’ steady on the carpetI park it and then I spark it, no marketin’ hittin’ targetsHit like a guitar pick that’s strummin’Or like a drum that be gunnin’ you down for fun, I chuckle, and then I runRun up, I dump it out, he wanna thump it outCoke in a mountain, my bitch gotta lump it outDon’t do no arguments, pull up, no parkin’ itYou hear the sound when my niggas is sparkin’ itI got two hands on that bitch, I won’t double backI got that cookie it double wrapI got Gelato in Cuban tobaccoI popped a new bottle and blew out her back, hoI act like a wackoI spit like I’m chewin’ on you and don’t know what to do with the gooYou a slimy ass nigga, you drip like a garbage bagTry me, I’ll always pull up with a larger magBuilt like an armory, niggas got no chance of harmin’ meSmoke up a garden G, I think it harden meI am not hurtin’, my pain is too far to seeBitch if we kick it, no way you say “naw” to weed or to poppin’ a bottleWe pop him, he waddleI ain’t never dawdle, I’m kickin’ the throttle while fuckin’ a modelI stay as drawin’, yo life is novel and most of it awful, uhNobody read no more, I stay on the screen, you whoreYou pay to get to seen, you poorDon’t play for no team, I’m bored, huh?Talkin’ that shit yo lip look like an assholeWalk in that bitch, shoot the bricks out yo castleYou one them niggas, not purse, it’s a satchelThat shit a purse, but it’s less of a hassleWhy it got tassels? Why it got tassels on it?I won’t pass the chronic to ya, supersonic-hoover-vacuum, bitchI pack her smackin’ lipsMy dick attack her, slip inside her back-end quickStackin’ chips like it’s a Pringles canLet’s get it crackin’ bitch, niggaBring it then, bring it then
Bitch, I’m, bitch, I’mBitch, I’m smoking (bitch, I’m smoking) gas in my chambers like it’s the holocaustCubie
Bitch, bring the hate, bring the smokeBitch, bring the hate, bring the smokeBitch, I’m feelin’ greatYeah (bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch)
Bitch, bring the hate, bring the smokeBitch, I’m feelin’ great, chopstick get ateFuck yo fate, change your fuckin’ stateUnder sewer grates, put the stock up to my waistI make you flip, like a cake, fuck yo zip, yo cookie fakeI tend to drip when I bake, put tobacco in my faceBitch, off the rip, I be laced, go outside and catch a caseThe pussy wet from the mace, riot dyin’ in the streetKeep up the pace, fuck you slowin’ for?We racin’ on our feet, we move with hasteI’m amazed, all these niggas fallin’ offFree 14, all these other rappers softSpider Gang, choppa coughBitch, on paper I look greater than presidentsSet preposterous precedents, got a roster of resonance copper?Bother the residents proper, stockin’ your evidence lockerMedicine set, it’ll stomp your head in a dropperI keep the lead in a yappa, I get to poppin’ ya top or ya legs and sever spit redAnd I drop ya dead and in heaven with papaB-B-Bitch I’m smokin’ heat like an oven, Hansel and GretelSippin’ tea inside your neighborhood, cannot handle the kettlePullin’ up, double glovin’, I’m buzzin’ grippin’ the metalsSpend a dozen and dip before he can settle (yuh)He want beef, but he a chicken, I smoke a nigga, rotisserieYou history, I use my machine to make you a mystery like Scooby-DooI roll up my doobie, full of the beautifulHer booty pull me in ’cause she’s suitable, irrefutableRun up on you, make you a victim, I’m the fuckin’ shooterI don’t pay for features, I lick ’em, watch your damn computerBack in high school they took my scooter, they made me a looter (they did it)I feel smart, I ain’t need no tutor, born a true intruder
Bitch I’m smokin’ gas in my chambers like it’s the holocaustP-P-Pull up with a K on my rifle, that’s what the holo costT-T-Teacher said you won’t be successful makin’ those animationsT-T-Teacher ain’t no doctor, ain’t got no patience (nah)
I feel like a cartoon (yeah, yeah)Bitch, bitch (huh), I feel like a cartoon, huh(Ha, now we’re so original guys, let’s add that to the new genre)(Oh my God, so lyrical, I only deserve when there’s so much clou-)