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learning to not give a fuck - lil darkie lyrics

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[intro]
oh, what’s that? another no melody beat?
you better put a melody on this later

[verse 1]
i limp like a pimp and i spit like a llama
chimp with a tool in his hand talking toma
hawk in the sky flying at osama
no k!lling innocents i’m not obama
spilling a little bit out my bomber
courtesy usa and our commas
dirty a synonym for your momma
i’m little darkie n-gg- i’m brahma
rama, run up on you with knowledge
run up my mo-f-cking mileage
n-gg-s was telling me i couldn’t do it, you blew it
now you acting childish
i’m on my wild sh-t
why is he saying the n-word?
n-gg- cuz i won’t pretend where i’m from
n-gg- cuz all of my friends aren’t b-ms
who believe you can own word? own a tongue
dumb
own a person, own none
culture worsen, no fun
ultra liberal sc-m, n-z- n-gg-s go run
vulture circle the sun
learn to not to give a f-ck
learn to not to give hate back
earn a lot with no luck
burn the herb and fade
turn the world and pray that yo’ cake become fat

[outro]
but who really cares?
n-body aware, in love with they hair, in love with the self
wealth growing, stealth blowing
i cannot have any privacy
even my closest of homies could lie to me
they could decibe to be slithering snakes
where the withering wraiths
keep a blistering face, see a a fist in your face

hey, cubensis do it to ’em

beat switch

[verse 2]
when n-gg-s first called me a darkie, i didn’t like it
when my called me a sand n-gg-, i’d bite it
and i can say whatever as long as that sh-t is my story
i can read the book to you, do not try to deny for me
oh, you’re so offended
i meant to tell you i am uncaring
that kid didn’t care about me
when he said dad and mom’s pairing
was an unholy one because momma was a species that my father created from laying feces

[refrain]
f-ck the hate and f-ck all of yo’ race, what?
race is fake and n-gg- really ought to sit and wake up
wake up
wake up from slumber the words they made are worthless
walk amongst the lumber with birds, and we’re shirtless
adam and eve, we better leave
eating the apple, ignoring the leaves
please take shrooooms and make the music
or my goooons will f-cking lose it

[verse 3]
on that medicine it setting in
i see the end approaching
it encroaching with a motion wavy like i slurp a potion
i’m an addict, bad kid
he listening to madlib
lab grade bud mix with op inside in my grinder
mad hate bubble in me ’till i nut inside her
ugh, i should take my hate and cage it up with a divider
i can starve the n-gg-
i can learn to not bother
i can learn to take after my father
wallow in your stress, i wanna be better than the rest
tired of blaming genetics inability to just learn not to give a f-ck
learn to not give a f-ck about anything

beat switch

frankly, i could give a sh-t what i rap about on this beat
so, make sure it’s r-t-rded

[verse 4]
chapo cop a choco taco
stop yo’ b-tching switching up and scrathcing at cho lotto
ticket choppa pop staccato, motto
it’s quit yo’ yapping
say you scheming, but you capping
talking sh-t that you ain’t backing
you look goofy on the back-end
i like my fries to look like nachos, macho
jeweler selliing fruits like he gazpacho

[verse 5]
i see you tweet a lot fiending for clout n-gg-
what you about?
better spit that sh-t out quicker
humuna, yo’ b-tch is lucifer, summon her
i keep a crucible front of my drum
when i’m shooting, i loosen her some
shooting my load on her back and her b-m
deal with it, deal with it
i feel my skin peel
it ain’t no big deal as long as i don’t kneel to to my animal instict
let’s invent the wheel
imagine these mud huts, tall and made of steel
i’m uncomfortable, i need a shoe for my feet
i eat some food for my meat body
tired of sh-tting in woods, i need sum good for my seat potty
i need a whip cuz i don’t wanna walk no more
f-ck a musket n-gg- i need a glock to tow
make it reliable, bang the top back
f-ck a n-gg-, bringing ankle socks back
paint a picture, i’m in rancho cookamunga
smoking on lumber, go dumber than hummers
that yellow, that bee, why they b-mble and rumble
yo whip it stumble, so, it might ’cause a fumble

[outro]
ah f-ck, i dropped the mic on the ground
it’s almost like that was related to the last bar

- lil darkie lyrics

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