Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song DEATH SQUAD, artist - Lil Darkie.
Date of issue: 24.08.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
DEATH SQUAD |
A 20 minute song |
It’s not actually 20 minutes |
Duey! |
put on something creative |
Duey, you’re so fucking dirty, hehehe |
Oh boy |
Is there any way I can put a melody over this… |
No |
Yeah! |
I am the melody |
Hate me |
Nigga hate me |
You a dummy funny |
Lady |
I’ll name you katie |
Talking shit |
You like a baby |
I cannot understand |
I keep that commie tommy gun under my pants |
In my hands |
Make you dance |
Fuck a no melody |
I am the melody |
Kill the beat marrick and I catching felonies |
I am not listening to what you’re telling me |
I am not buying the shit that you’re selling me |
I’m in the cut with sir duey he dirty |
I’m making this art til I’m well over thirty |
Or forty, you buying that clout get aborted |
You niggas unworthy of being awarded |
For anything other than being recorded |
As some of the worst niggas labeled important |
Go put some more in |
You like a moron I ain’t talking foreign |
But nigga I’m touring |
Keep up the pouring |
That poison yo organs |
I’ll keep putting powder front of my forehead |
Popping them pills |
Til these artists there’s more dead |
Ain’t snorting nothing but smarties and warheads |
I’m sick of you niggas |
I’m sick of you bitches |
Go say what you want about me and my riches |
You faking statistics |
These niggas be leaving they lipstick |
On top of my dick tip |
Pussy I whiff it from miles away |
I will never work with niggas that do shit for clout cause they dry like a pile |
of hay |
Ain’t nothing new nigga |
Ain’t shit to do withcha |
I’m pushing shit like van gogh or kanye |
In the van go from la to the bay and then back |
Cause I’m very much missing my bae |
Hair on my dick and my face and I shave it with mace |
And erase it |
Flow into the drain |
Ain’t came here to play |
What you wan say? |
One of these days |
Imma blow up like hiroshima |
So sir I don’t buy no plays |
I don’t even care if you listen |
You shitting or pissing |
You ain’t missing nothing important |
Bitch it’s a blessing |
That through all the stressing |
I get to take |
What I imagine and form it |
You an informant |
As in you know about me |
You informing the people |
You scorn it |
Aren’t you bored yet? |
To get that clout all these fakers will forge it |
I am so pure and so gorgeous |
Iiiiii’m sick of you niggas |
I’m sick of you whores |
Pimples in all of your pores |
Walk on all fours |
Can’t open doors |
Where are my thumbs |
I am too dumb |
I’m sick of you niggas |
I’m sick of you bitches |
Go say what you want about me and my riches |
I’m swimming in ditches |
I’m dipping through gullies |
I keep an eye open like mike who with sully |
I’m bitchin |
I’m bitchin niggas in the kichen whipping |
Imma grip a stick and imma |
Stir slowly |
Niggas be wishing the |
Worst for me |
Imma do me I’m my |
Own homie |
Don’t owe you nothing you |
Don’t know me |
Ain’t wrote for me |
I grip a stick I wrote a |
Poem not a rap |
I’ll be slapping when |
The money’s bottlecaps |
Fall out |
With niggas that care about |
All clout |
I’m hanging with wendigo |
We in new york and we sticker the city |
I’m hanging with dillinger spitting it wity |
I rap on the track like I diddle her kitty |
Fast |
I get an o for like fiddy |
Gas |
No I don’t smoke with no biddy |
Pass |
Spider gang titty committe |
Ass |
Helter skelter |
Kill all the beatnicks |
Kill all the faggots |
And anyone who seek dicks |
Face tats and fake plays |
Waste cash and make no moves |
I got bass cracking my plays |
Raise dragon live channel number 2 |
My momma told me sideways |
I would have to get outside find my place |
My momma shares my migraines |
Look too hard at me might get eye pains |
Lipstick on my limp dick |
Mommy |
I want a skateboard |
Mommy |
I want to rape whores |
Mommy where’s daddy? |
Mommy what that man came for? |
I don’t like you |
I don’t appreciate your tone of voice when you talking to me |
Up in a tree |
I am so free, caaaawww |
Who want to breed with me? |
Aaaahhhhh |
Make more of me |
Make more of me |
You are my spawn |
Look up and feed |
I’m in a tree like we knd |
Dirty apollo kaka and mazi |
Solsa down under he sipping his pee |
Hanging a wallaby up in a tree |
I’m gonna rap like eminem this time |
Spam |
A tin can of some ham |
Lamb and damn man |
Having a grand slam |
Jabbing it |
Mad stamina dammit |
Can famine and cramming an animal |
Into a pan damage the cannibal hannibal’s hands |
Bird berry |
Walk in my burberrys |
I herd mary |
Edible eating credible medical speaking fellow |
My turd scary |
Smelling like burnt mary |
A word fairy |
How did he learn |
Where’d he intern |
Fern carrying |
With a stern stare he’ll |
Burn holes in your mental |
Fennel seed scent |
With a rental key to event |
I got lots of tea if you spending |
Ain’t meant to be in your business |
I gotta go pay the rent |
I’m giving up tree for lent |
I’m beating it til it bent |
Great great great |
A couple people in my |
Face face face |
No other nigga’s |
Songs dropping like the bass bass bass do |
Thunder blunt keep |
It a hunnid some it laced laced k 2 |
At the summit hoe you want it |
Take it |
Aye aye aye fool |
Why you running? |
From the nothing in ya heart it always catch up |
Go and buy some marijuana, I forgot my fucking ketchup |
If you step up better have some shit to |
Say say say, to |
Me don’t waste my time it isn’t real in the first |
Place, fool |
I like hairy bitches |
I like hairy bitches |
I like hairy bitches |
Bitches with hair |
Imma do this shit 11 hours in advance |
Hey luis do yo dance |
Give 8xne8 back his bands scammer |
If he talking shit I gotta hit him with the ban hammer, ugh |
If you hear this nigga I know that you can’t handle |
I don’t gotta cook a story gripping on a pan handle, ugh |
What you talking bout? |
Nigga who is that? |
Fuck a fake friend |
All you pussy bitches stupid cap |
Got it out my system like |
My fecal with the sewer rats |
Shaka shaka zulu, huh |
New year 30 new you’s |
What we should do |
Is move the fuck on |
Walk through the valley yes I walk through the rain |
And the puddles nigga do not get it muddled |
All the humans are insane |
Half metal kaiba with a blade |
Runner moving like a wave |
In a cave |
Hunter aiming at yo brain |
Brain brain brain liquid |
I feel like eddy |
Grip machette |
I’m addicted |
But not by definition |
Cause I kicked it |
Flvco needs his beauty sleep |
Men have become truly week |
Look both ways |
Before you cross the street |
(Jumping niggas frogger |
A logger I’m smoking down a tree) |
Rotating blades (vrm vrm) |
Bring him to his feet |
(Staring at you sipping my lager |
I’m standing down the steet) |
Care about my kin |
I’m a father but do not bow to me |
Bow to God |
Bow to her pussy that drippin on your meat |
Why you never holler |
Unless you got something else you need |
Bitch I ain’t the caller |
There’s many niggas who be like me |
Feel like me |
Feel not free |
Sand nigga dune coon |
I heard it all before |
Bitch that hurt my feelings |
I will put you in the fucking floor |
Yo soda purple |
Must be sipping on that codiene |
My soda yellow |
Hydrochloride what a hoe mean |
Talking promethazine |
I’ll fuck you and your homies |
I’m a whore nigga |
Got some balls then show me |
Go pee… |
On my face I got no teeth |
Pissssss |
Water tap on bloody bony finger |
Tony! |
In new york I sock your cronies if they phony |
Lonelyyyyy (sobbing sounds) |
My only friends are toy ponies |
Hwaaaa |
Dazed n stumbling round on the pavement |
The crete that’s holding my face is my favorite |
Grating in sewer with flames that reaching aquarius, nigga, they just shot |
darius |
Privileged living in here but boys that’s in sac is just living the scariest |
Shawn has just got him a son, but she just won’t marry I’m |
Chains in the fences is holding em down like we don’t have an angel to carry em |
But now he do. |
I see myself running to malibu |
Skating till I don’t have rights of shoes, what would my family do? |
Open the door and I pause and I think and I slowly step right through |
The glow in the air is making it hard for me finding a man or two |
Fendi prada gucci on my waist |
Bend your daughter coochie at my place |
Then I slaughter bootie like a race |
When she gotta poopie, do me face! |
yes |
That way you can waste less, hollywood faggot |
Shove it up ya ass and then drag it |
I’m a hot bitch if I drag it |
Bag him and tag it ugh |
Don’t get mad at me I’m a faggot |
Walking down sunset |
Boulevard I’ve had it |
Bruhmane asking what I’m mad at |
All of that that fag scat |
Pussy chatter like he clap trap |
Nap sack |
Full of marijuana and some rap cap |
Hate on me all you want |
You leave comments on my shit |
Companies are scared to post me |
Prolly ran by half a bitch |
You keep race a thing we tripping on |
But I don’t give a damn ugh |
Imma color myself in with sharpie |
Cause I can |
Yo chopper kill niggas |
Buss until they dead |
My choppa heal niggas |
Bussin at they heads |
Yo chopper feel bigger |
Fill it with some lead |
My chopper real hitter |
I hide it from the feds |
Yo chopper kill niggas |
Buss until they dead |
My choppa heal niggas |
Bussin at they heads |
Yo chopper feel bigger |
Fill it with some lead |
My chopper real hitter |
I hide it from the feds |
Go stupid for dumb little bitch with a dick |
Lil tranny goin 30 I see jay in her lips |
Is it gay? |
give a shit! |
Lay you out like my fit |
Like a piggy in hawaii |
Getting hot up in the pit |
Light a ciggy at the light |
And then pass it like a spliff |
Dirty ass nigga |
Grip her hips at the party |
Go stupid, retarded |
Make a scene if you get carded |
I’m an artist |
Possibly the hardest |
Ever hit a beat |
Sorry got my nut up on yo fitted sheet nigga |
How you been this week? |
Tell me while she finish me |
I am never industry |
Semen like I’m in this meat |
Streaming down yo sister cheek |
Yo plug got a fist of weed |
Bitch go use some listerine |
Or maybe some mr clean |
Till yo mouth is blistering |
Head lights bright |
Hemp wick on my light |
In n out tray cluch crmsyn rolling outta sight |
Pack the cookies down tight |
Then we stop for a bite |
Got the fries on my left |
Lemonade on my right |
Outta sight |
Rolling so the pine tree bounce around |
Never outta green because we always keep an ounce around |
Raw paper packet |
Got the tucks and I attack it |
Smoking bleached shit |
You ain’t got the sharpest tool to hack it |
Put it bluntly |
You can’t receive a dime and try to front me |
Then you shouldn’t tell me that you want weed |
Just tell that fucking cunt leave |
We riding too high to keep a downer round |
Turning up a pounding sound |
Roll and pass a round a pound |
Go stupid for dumb little bitch with a dick |
Go stupid for dumb little bitch with a dick |
Go stupid for dumb little bitch with a dick |
Go stupid for dumb little bitch with a dick |
Shoutout johnnascus |
Johnny boy |
Johnny boy |
Playing with his army toys |
Johnny tell his mother |
Let him hang out with the brawny boys |
Scrawny as his is |
He hold his own against the bully |
He pull out his hair and yell at them |
They arent fully people |
Then they beat the fuck |
Out the kid |
Cause they want to |
Piss on his chucks |
If he think he know kung fu |
Bear that he hug tight |
Take it now it’s gone too |
Off his head! |
With the bite of his front tooth |
Bitch what you gon do? |
Outta sight |
Boutta fight |
But he hesitate |
Tounge he bite |
Til he tell the bigger fella wait |
It isn’t right |
Pulled out his cabella knife |
And gut the mother fucker |
Aye you sucker |
Tell the others |
If they come around this way you getting stuck up |
Did I stutter? |
Run from johnny he’s crazy |
Mommy I think johnny has rabies |
Save me |
That lil boy is shady |
Rickety stick hit cederick diggory |
Wicker man lit you sick of me picket me |
Know I been tied up |
Finger bobby pin he prick |
Back wood lobby suck my dick |
Burn down the hotel like a wick |
Wick wick flick bic |
Like I said one million times |
I feel lightning fill my spine |
Sucking biting when they rhyme |
Pissy face I lick a lime |
Kiss my dick tip you a dime |
Keep a quarter in my mind |
All times |
I don’t give one fuck about meeting a nigga |
These little ass kids on ig with they pictures |
I went to school and I read all my scriptures |
Maybe then God will let me into heaven |
And I can look down at the pedophile reverends |
That burning in hell for not learning they lessons |
Steady molesting no biblical sessions |
Aye that’s the nigga that gave me depression |
What’s up? |
Oh hey just burning eternally |
Oh cool |
Wish it was that simple |
How to pop a pimple |
Squeeze until you bleed |
I got momma dimples |
Right up on my cheeks |
I am up in the dead of night |
Fall in love if you fed him right |
Bitch I’m up in the dead of night |
Rat race |
Move your feet if you with it |
Searching backpage |
All the cool shit got deleted |
Got a flat face |
My asian bitch got a fat waist |
All you pussy niggas in last place |
Shoutout killtak |
I just took a whip it in the back of my friend’s whip |
Whip it if the cops wanna start shit we end it |
I just popped a lemmon quaalude I was lended |
You just on the xannies perc 30 you pretending |
I took off her panties work dirty like my collar blue |
My dollars blue |
Niggas paying darkie for a comment and a follow too |
Hollow foo |
Industry will swallow you |
All of you |
Where that nigga yahweh you was callin too |
Nowhere |
Nowhere to be found |
See you pound on your head |
He has to be around |
Right? |
Sound bites |
As in wave eats |
He don’t save fleets |
Say please |
Bitch you will obey me nigga |
Hey team! |
Let’s go make a movie should be way clean |
Lights camera |
Dick under my uzi with a gay beam |
Spray cream |
Uhhhh |
Man you so gay |
Meth head |
Lay down on my death bed |
Oh yeah! |
I love the way it hold me so bad |
Oh man! |
Nigga send the digits if you will not send a fucking location |
I’m that nigga usually cool but now I got no patience |
Pussy niggas speaking on me unwisely |
Pussy niggas tweak in they tweets most likely |
Would these niggas get on they feet, advise me |
I can see you clear off this weed no visene |
I can see you clear off this weed no visene |
I can see you clear off this weed no visene |
I can see you clear off this weed and I’m high g |
Dirty nigga take care of your personal hygene |
I can see you |
I spy with my little eye |
A little man small fry on his inner thigh |
Hop a fence |
Leave yo grandma behind |
I feel something tense |
Wrap around and it bind |
Fuck you niggas talkin bout |
Bitch you hella pussy |
Many kitties flockin round |
In yo city talking loud |
I can see you walking out |
While I’m rapping |
I’m a dog owner |
I yell at the cat then |
Kick his backend |
I know why these niggas yapping |
Cause they mad that I’m attacking |
Everything they holding dear |
Being racist |
Live in fear |
Being hateful |
Killing queers |
Let a darkie smoke marijuana |
While walking trail of tears |
Bitch I rip out my hair I wanna |
Put niggas on they rears |
You can say what you ponder we kinda |
Don’t even need you here |
Suicide |
Commit suicide |
Yeah I tried to |
Sad turn mad when I figured I was lied to |
What the |
Fuck you |
Offer to a nigga like me |
Run that shit back to the curb |
Off a nigga, we’ll see |
In the cut |
Sew it up dealing stiches no fee |
Straight mixing up this shit |
Bath water cup of tea |
Ugh |
Ugh yuh my boys on my back |
12 pull up when we shooting for a track |
Wack |
Slide to the crib in the back |
Baby ass kid got a bib for the yak |
Black |
Sky with the break dust |
And under it gun dey make bust |
And under it la break trust |
And under it all they fake us like |
Mannequins up in the pike |
These annakin bitches is killing the light |
Syke |
I’m biking bitch go take hike |
I ain’t yo darkie and you ain’t my type |
Yuh |
Light fire to grass get water or rock on it |
Ground pound like I taught her to hop on it |
Round sound no squares in my circle |
One loud round when we passing the purple |
No bumming no hits off of brahman I call that shit robbin |
He leave you red like a robin |
Birdie hop out of the nest without wearing a vest |
On his chest |
Already mobbin |
Pull up and you stutter |
My face in the neon it making you panic |
Manic depressive unless I got blunt in my face |
Little boy what you be on what’s happening |
Faking |
Illusions and smoke on reflectors |
They never said they protectors |
Ugh |
Protect us I bet, then wet us |
Let us be sheep for the lettuce |
Get us |
They judge us ain’t ain’t even met us |
I gotta hop on my shit right quick |
We swimming the current they trying to net us |
Curran put bruv on the shit right quick |
Til spider gang get up |