Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song KNUP, artist - Lil Darkie. Date of issue: 24.01.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
KNUP |
| If he talking reckless we stomp him in his shit |
| On the concrete breathless, I’m running from a pitbull |
| And if he talking that shit, get a fist full (Huh) |
| American and Soviet missiles |
| Pistol up on my hip |
| I let it rack back nigga |
| This is the America I love |
| I love it, lo-lo, I love it now |
| I love it, lo-lo, the thudding sound |
| Punk is dead because punk is cool now |
| I still wanna burn down my school now |
| Punk is cool but the gunk rock not yet |
| I hate all of you faggot cops that |
| Are killing all the children (Everything is different) |
| Everything’s the same now |
| No one will remember (I just remembered) |
| My brother’s birthday is in September |
| I just wanna break your femur (I am Lil Darkie, a cracked out lemur) |
| Punk ain’t punk anymore, at least by definition |
| Throw your junk on the floor |
| Litter 'n' kill the children |
| Read your book like a bitch until you can’t read shit |
| Now you smokin' a leaf until you can’t breathe |
| Bitch yuh, shut up (Okay) |
| You can’t make my fuckin' dick go the fuck up |
| Bitch I feel like I’ma OD |
| 'Cause I’m a punk |
| That boy love talkin' to police |
| Until he get touched |
| I enter hell like «Where's the hair gel?» |
| I feel compelled to kill you fuckers |
| Yo, I can’t tell if you really hear dem demons |
| You need help (You need help) |
| If you really wanna die then very well |
| Oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi |
| Oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi |
| Oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi |
| Oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi |
| I don’t got a problem with you |
| And you don’t got a problem with me |
| Until we bleed |
| On the floor for the demon |
| Bleed up and down |
| Around the town |
| And I wanna know what kind of what else |
| Am I gonna encounter being part of a self? |
| Anticipate, these niggas hate |
| And hit it great until you fade |
| And I don’t want it to be the last time (Uh) |
| That I see you in a past life |
| And I don’t really wanna wait until the end, that’s right |
| And I don’t really wanna wait until we’re friends, that’s right |
| Yeah, it don’t really begin until the end, that’s right |
| Momma, I’m not dying |
| Momma, I’m alive again |
| Momma, I’m defying |
| The odds and I’m flying |
| And I don’t really wanna wait until the end, that’s right |
| And I don’t really wanna wait until we’re friends, that’s right |
| Yeah, it don’t really begin until the end, that’s right (Hah) |
| Show me yours you can see mine, see mine |
| Suck my dick in the meantime, meantime |
| I’m knee deep in a feline, be mine |
| If it red make a beeline, beeline for the door |
| He prefer the midget shorter whores |
| I pray for the end of border wars |
| I sleep on a bench, see quarters more |
| I reek of the stench, work 4 to 4 |
| (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) |
| (Ayy, ayy, ayy) |
| Why the fuck do you look like a dumpling (Yuh) |
| I’ma fuck on your face 'til you love me (Oh-okay) |
| I need a monkey bitch with sharp teeth (Yuh) |
| Tryna shoot you in your braces |
| Don’t play with me, lil' bitch |
| I don’t have no hair to spike up |
| I just got a mic I might stuff with messages |
| Lessening the damage |
| I am so paranoid of everything |
| I manage to fuck up it all up |
| He got his balls tucked |
| Pop pop, tranny lover |
| I feel like Danny Glover, Mel Gibson, and Joe Pesci |
| Lethal weapon if he steppin', nigga don’t test me |
| If police see it happen, they gon' arrest me |
| I got voices in my head and they all mine nigga |
| What are my choices, am I dead? |
| Nah, you just fine nigga |
| What am I, really just a red line forehead faggot? |
| (Yeah) |
| Caught you lacking |
| Ba-dah-ba-ba-ba-ba |
| Oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi |
| Oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi |
| Oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi |
| Oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi |