DEATH SQUAD Lil Darkie
"DEATH SQUAD" by Lil Darkie, released in 2019, is a #HipHop track that explores themes of existentialism, violence, and rebellion. The lyrics convey a raw, unfiltered perspective on life and death, reflecting inner turmoil. Unique elements include aggressive beats and dynamic vocal delivery, contributing to its underground cultural resonance.
[Part 1: Produced by DUEY DIRTY]
[Intro]
Twenty-minute song
(It's not actually twenty minutes)
Duey! Put on something creative
Duey, you're so fucking DIRTY, hehehe
Oh, boy
Is there any way that I can put a melody over this?
No
Yeah! I am the melody
Yuh
[Verse]
Hate me, nigga, hate me
You a dummy, funny lady
I'll name you Katie
Talkin' 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, Marric and I catching felonies
I am not listenin' to what you're tellin' me
I am not buyin' the shit that you're sellin' 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 labelled important
Go put some more in
You like a moron, I ain't talking foreign, but, nigga, I'm tourin'
Keep up the pourin' that poison yo' organs
I'll keep puttin' powder front of my forehead
Poppin' them pills 'til these artists, there's more dead
Ain't snortin' nothin' but Smarties and Warheads (Yay!)
[Intro]
Twenty-minute song
(It's not actually twenty minutes)
Duey! Put on something creative
Duey, you're so fucking DIRTY, hehehe
Oh, boy
Is there any way that I can put a melody over this?
No
Yeah! I am the melody
Yuh
[Verse]
Hate me, nigga, hate me
You a dummy, funny lady
I'll name you Katie
Talkin' 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, Marric and I catching felonies
I am not listenin' to what you're tellin' me
I am not buyin' the shit that you're sellin' 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 labelled important
Go put some more in
You like a moron, I ain't talking foreign, but, nigga, I'm tourin'
Keep up the pourin' that poison yo' organs
I'll keep puttin' powder front of my forehead
Poppin' them pills 'til these artists, there's more dead
Ain't snortin' nothin' but Smarties and Warheads (Yay!)
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