YOUR DEMISE Lil Darkie (Ft. TERROR REID)

(Yea, yea, you're on the mic now)
(Okay)
(Boy, I took a big poop)
(Hahaha)
(Oh fuck!)

[Lil Darkie]
Yea
Bitch
Shut the fuck up
What the fuck going on?
You in the house of pain, bitch
And it's over now, I'ma make it simple and plain, bitch (yuh)

What the fuck is up?
Bitch, 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 fuck around and make 'em see the light
Left and right, hooks, I'm writing raps like I'ma fight the Mike
You don't evеn got yo' hands up, I might make you cry
Throw some punches back, I'm brеakin' spines, he tap out, resign
Haters talkin' everyday, I guess Lil Darkie deaf
I can't hear you, but I can smell the bullshit that's on yo' breath
"I don't like that kinda music, I prefer to listen to mainstream, it sound the best"
Bitch, are you smoking meth?
Or maybe crack, I'm breaking bones when I'm on the track
You niggas wack like mosquito, I smack and make a mess
Obsessed with how you dress and takin' pics, still unimpressed
You mad as fuck, 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 shit from the future, bitch, I move like I'm the Terminator
I'ma make so much so if I'm cold I could just burn the paper
(Hahaha)