Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song HOLOCAUST , by - Lil Darkie. Release date: 30.03.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
HOLOCAUST |
| Ha, hey guys, let’s do one of those no melody songs |
| That’ll be so creative |
| Yeah, uh, yeah, yeah |
| Ayy, Wendigo, you sound like Kenny Beats right now, hahaha |
| Chase the money, chase money, hahaha |
| Yeah, oh my God, bitch, yes, yeah, Wendi! |
| B-B-Bitch I’m smokin' gas in my chambers like it’s the holocaust |
| Pull up with a K on my rifle, that’s what the holo cost |
| Teacher said you won’t be successful makin' those animations |
| Shut yo apple-eatin' ass up and do some laminations |
| I tear a page out the bible if I be out of papers |
| Idle niggas worshipin' idols, put acid in yo wafers |
| Pastor said you won’t be successful gettin' that boomin' |
| Did I ask ya pussy nigga? |
| You a human |
| And I’ma be a star soon, wavy like Ahab, hit that nigga with the harpoon |
| Save me, I may have pulled the trigger, ate some hard 'shrooms Maybe I’m faded |
| but I wiggle like a cartoon |
| Yeah, I feel like a cartoon |
| I’m in yo devices, perpetuate 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 supper, keep ya numbers on the upper |
| Tupperware eatin', my seatin' steady on the carpet |
| I park it and then I spark it, 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 |
| Run up, I dump it out, he wanna thump it out |
| Coke in a mountain, my bitch gotta lump it out |
| Don’t do no arguments, pull up, no parkin' it |
| You hear the sound when my niggas is sparkin' it |
| I got two hands on that bitch, 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, ho |
| I act like a wacko |
| I spit like I’m chewin' on you and don’t know what to do with the goo |
| You a slimy ass nigga, you drip like a garbage bag |
| Try me, I’ll always pull up with a larger mag |
| Built like an armory, niggas got no chance of harmin' me |
| Smoke up a garden G, I think it harden me |
| I am not hurtin', my pain is too far to see |
| Bitch if we kick it, no way you say «Naw» to weed or to poppin' a bottle |
| We pop him, he waddle |
| I ain’t never dawdle, I’m kickin' the throttle while fuckin' a model |
| I stay as drawin', yo life is novel and most of it awful, uh |
| Nobody read no more, I stay on the screen, you whore |
| You pay to get to seen, you poor |
| Don’t play for no team, I’m bored, huh? |
| Talkin' that shit yo lip look like an asshole |
| Walk in that bitch, shoot the bricks out yo castle |
| You one them niggas, not purse, it’s a satchel |
| That shit a purse, but it’s less of a hassle |
| Why it got tassels? |
| Why it got tassels on it? |
| I won’t pass the chronic to ya, supersonic-hoover-vacuum, bitch |
| I pack her smackin' lips |
| My dick attack her, slip inside her back-end quick |
| Stackin' chips like it’s a Pringles can |
| Let’s get it crackin' bitch, nigga |
| Bring it then, bring it then |
| Bitch, I’m, bitch, I’m |
| Bitch, I’m smoking (Bitch, I’m smoking) gas in my chambers like it’s the |
| holocaust |
| Cubie! |
| Bitch, bring the hate |
| Bring the smoke |
| Bitch, bring the hate |
| Bring the smoke |
| Bitch, I’m feelin' great |
| Yeah, (Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch) |
| Bitch, bring the hate, bring the smoke |
| Bitch, I’m feelin' great, chopstick get ate |
| Fuck yo fate, change your fuckin' state |
| Under sewer grates, put the stock up to my waist |
| I make you flip, like a cake, fuck yo zip, yo cookie fake |
| I tend to drip when I bake, put tobacco in my face |
| Bitch, off the rip, I be laced, go outside and catch a case |
| The pussy wet from the mace, riot dyin' in the street |
| Keep up the pace, fuck you slowin' for? |
| We racin' on our feet, we move with haste |
| I’m amazed, all these niggas fallin' off |
| Free 14, all these other rappers soft |
| Spider Gang, choppa cough |
| Bitch, on paper I look greater than presidents |
| Set preposterous precedents, got a roster of resonance copper? |
| Bother the residents proper, stockin' your evidence locker |
| Medicine set, it’ll stomp your head in a dropper |
| I keep the lead in a yappa, I get to poppin' ya top or ya legs and sever spit |
| red |
| And I drop ya dead and in heaven with papa |
| B-B-Bitch I’m smokin' heat like an oven, Hansel and Gretel |
| Sippin' tea inside your neighborhood, cannot handle the kettle |
| Pullin' up, double glovin', I’m buzzin' grippin' the metals |
| Spend a dozen and dip before he can settle (Yuh) |
| He want beef, but he a chicken, I smoke a nigga, rotisserie |
| You history, I use my machine to make you a mystery like Scooby-Doo |
| I roll up my doobie, full of the beautiful |
| Her booty pull me in 'cause she’s suitable, irrefutable |
| Run up on you, make you a victim, I’m the fuckin' shooter |
| I don’t pay for features, I lick 'em, watch your damn computer |
| Back 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 holocaust |
| P-P-Pull up with a K on my rifle, that’s what the holo cost |
| T-T-Teacher said you won’t be successful makin' those animations |
| T-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-) |