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lirik lagu holocaust (remastered lyrics) – lil darkie

holocaust (remastered lyrics) lyrics
[intro]
ha!
hey guys!
let’s do one of those no melody songs
that’ll be so creative
huh?
yuh!
ayy, wendigo
you sound like kenny beatz right now *laughing*
oh my god
hey!
yuh
b*tch!
yeah
yeah

[chorus]
b*b*b*tch i’m smoking gas in my chambers like it’s the holocaust
pull up with that k on my rifle, that’s what the halo costs
teacher said “you won’t be succsessful making those animations”
shutcho apple eatin’ ass up and do some laminations
i’d tear a page out the bible if i be outta papers
i know n*ggas worshippin’ idols put acid in your wafers
pastor said “you won’t be sucsessful makin’ that boomin”
did i ask a p*ssy n*gga? you a human, and i’ma be a star soon

[verse 1]
wavy like ahab, hit that n*gga with a harpoon
save me i may have pullеd the trigger
ate somе hard ‘shrooms
maybe i’m faded but i wiggle like a cartoon
yeah i
feel like a cartoon
i’m in your devices
perpatuate your vices in crisis but i’m the nicest
always eat your food with spices
pay attention to the prices don’t be made into a sucka
you won’t have enough for suppa
keep your numbers on the uppa
tupperware eatin’ my seatin’ steady
on the carpet
i park it
and then i sparket no marketin’
hittin’ targets
hit like a guitar pick
that’s strummin’
or like a drum that be gunnin’ you down for fun
i chuckle and then i run
[verse 2]
run up i dumb it out
he wanna thump it out
coconut mountain my b*tch gotta lump it out
don’t do no arguments
pull up no parkin’ it
you hear the sound when my n*ggas is sparkin’ it
i got two hands on that b*tch i won’t double*back
i got that cookie it double wrap
i got gelato in cuban tobacco
i popped a new bottle and blew out her back*o
i act like a wack*o
i spit like i’m chewin’ on you and don’t know what to do with the goo
you a slimy ass n*gga
you drip like a garbage bag
try me i always pull up with a larger mag
built like a armory
n*ggas got no chance of harming me
smoke up a garden g
i think it harden me
i am not hurtin’
my pain is too far to see
b*tch if we kick it
no way you said “nah” to weed?
or to poppin’ a bottle
we pop em’ we waddle
i ain’t never doddle i’m kicin’ a throttle
while f*cking a model
i stay as a drawing your life is a novel
and most of it awful
n0body read no more i stay on the screen you wh0re
you pay to get seen you bored
don’t play for no team
i’m bored
talkin that sh*t yo lip like an assh0l*
walk in that b*tch shoot the bricks out your castle
you and them n*ggas not pure just a satrel
that sh*t a purse
but it’s less of a hassle
why it got tassles?
why it got tassles on it?
i won’t pass the chronic to you
super sonic
hoover*vaccum b*tch
i pack her smackin’ lips
my d*ck attack her
slip n’ slide
i back*hand quick
stackin’ chips like it’s a pringles can get it crackin’ b*tch n*gga
bring it then
(yuh)
bring it then
(yuh, yuh)
[bridge]
b*tch want smoke?
(b*tch want)
b*tch i’m smokin’ gas
in my chambers like it’s the holocaust
(qb)
b*tch bring the hate, bring the smoke
b*tch, bring the hate, bring the smoke
b*tch i’m feeling great
b*tch b*tch b*tch b*tch b*tch
b*tch b*tch b*tch b*tch b*tch b*tch
yah
yur
okay

[verse 3]
b*tch bring the hate
bring the smoke
b*tch i’m feelin’ great!
chopstick get ate
f*ck yo fate
change yo f*ckin’ state
under sewer grates, put the stock up to my waste
i make you flip like a cake
f*ck yo zip yo cookie fake
i tend to drip when i bake
put tobacco in my face
b*tch off the rit i be laced
go outside and catch a case
the p*ssy wet, from the mace
riot dyin’ in the street
pick up the pace
f*ck you slowin for?
we racin’ on our feet

[verse 4]
we movin’ hays
i’m amazed!
all these n*ggas fallin off!
free 14
all these other rappers suck
spider gang
choppa cough
b*tch on paper i look greater than presidents
hippostaurous precedents
got a roster of resonance copper?
bother the residents proper
stalkin your evidence locker
medicine set it’ll stomp your head in the droppa
i keep the led in the yappa
i get to poppin yo top or ya lecks and sever spit red
i’ll drop you dead and in heaven with papa

[bridge]
b*b*b*tch i’m smokin’ heat like an oven hansel and gretel
sippin’ tea inside your neighborhood
cannot handle the kettle
pullin up, double glove and i’m buzzin’
grippin’ the medals
spend a dozen and dip before he could settle
he want beef but he a chicken
i’m smokin’ n*gga rotisserie
you history
i used my machine to make you a mystery like scooby*doo
i roll up my doobie*full
of the beautyfull
her booty pull be in cuz she suitable irrifutable
run up on you make you a victim
i’m the f*ckin’ shooter
i don’t pay for features i l!ck em
watch your d*mn computer
back in high school they took my scooter
they made me a looter
i was smart i ain’t need no tutor
born a true intruder

[chorus]
b*tch i’m smoking gas in my chambers like it’s the holocaust
pull up with that k on my rifle, that’s what the halo costs
teacher said “you won’t be succsessful making those animations”
teacher and the doctor got no patience
i feel like a cartoon
i feel like a cartoon

[outro]
oh, my god
bro
now we’re so original
i just made a f*cking new genre
oh my god, so lyrical
they i’m going to get so much clou*
(clout)

- lyrics lil darkie

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