YOUR DEMISE Lyrics – Lil Darkie

(Yea, yea, you’re on the mic now)
(Okay)
(Boy, I took a big poop)
(Hahaha)
(Oh f**k!)

Yea
B!tch
Shut the f**k up
What the f**k going on?
You in the house of pain, b!tch
And it’s over now, I’ma make it simple and plain, b!tch (yuh)

What the f**k is up?
B!tch, I’m higher than the sky
I’m like some wine, I’m better everyday that I’m alive
You gotta try, but I could do this while I close my eyes
It’s Terror Reid and Little Darkie bringing your demise

I’m hitting beats, I f**k around and make ’em see the light
Left and right, hooks, I’m writing raps like I’ma fight the Mike
You don’t even got yo’ hands up, I might make you cry
Throw some punches back, I’m breakin’ spines, he tap out, resign
Haters talkin’ everyday, I guess Lil Darkie deaf
I can’t hear you, but I can smell the bullsh!t that’s on yo’ breath
“I don’t like that kinda music, I prefer to listen to mainstream, it sound the best”
B!tch, are you smoking meth?
Or maybe crack, I’m breaking bones when I’m on the track
You n!ggas wack like mosquito, I smack and make a mess
Obsessed with how you dress and takin’ pics, still unimpressed
You mad as f**k, like I’m at the gym – you gettin’ pressed
Like this [?] your music poop, I flush it down with some toilet paper
Moving like a sewer rat, someone call an exterminator
This sh!t from the future, b!tch, I move like I’m the Terminator
I’ma make so much so if I’m cold I could just burn the paper
(Hahaha)

(God damn it)
(Uh oh, uh oh)
(What’s he doin’?)
(What is he doin’?)

Uh, burnin’ paper, burn another bag
Making suckers mad, never left, they still want me back
Level max, pumping gas, [dark where I relax?]
Crack ’em off the map like it’s Super Smash
Matter fact, peep the aftermath, going back into the past
F**k yo’ mama, kill yo’ dad, target practice on the back
It’s the hooligan, he play you with the tool again
He swervin’ in the Cougar, bust a luger at your only friends
Doctor Darkie hit me, said he need a lil’ assistance
You know ya boy, he had to pull up with the f**king vengeance
I’ll sack ’em like a flapjack, pick apart the sentence
I’ll send ’em back and like I’m Donald back in the Apprentice
‘Cuz in the palm is where I hold the game
Vernacular [?], rearrange your face like a puzzle game
b!tch, you know the name, morally insane
b!tches want my d!ck all in their mouth like it’s a vitamin
Real talk, I’ll kill you quick and peel your skin off
Then wear it like a mask to wipe the grin off
I make a spooky movie ’bout the doctor, make a spinoff
The one they can’t fend off
I’m rollin’ up the church and lettin’ 10 off, b!tch, it’s Reid

Bi-bi-bi-bi-b!tch, I’m higher than the sky
I’m like some wine, I’m better every day that I’m alive
You gotta try, but I could do this while I close my eyes
It’s Terror Reid and Little Darkie bringin’ yo’ demise