DARKSIDE PIMP Underworld Skunk
"DARKSIDE PIMP - Underworld Skunk" is a #HipHop track released in 2023. The song explores themes of street life, rebellion, and the gritty realities of urban existence. Its unique blend of heavy bass and synth elements creates a dark, immersive atmosphere. The lyrics reflect a raw, unfiltered perspective on survival and identity in the underworld.
[Chorus]
Money drenched in blood, naw, I can't go back
Riding in a 06' Chevy, yeah, that's a throwback
Sipping on this Cognac, Uzi in my backpack
I'm a beast, demon in the flesh
I'ma feast, eat your skin while it's fresh
[Verse]
I'm a cold motherfucker coming straight out the sticks
Shoot me a buster, matter fact, shoot his clique
Don't come outside, unless you want to die
Hear gun shots, make his momma cry
Kill your ass when I drive by, shut his eyelids, then I tell him goodbye
Demons haunting me, I can't go to sleep
Dark side pimp, do this till I'm six feet
Sacrifice goats, I'm murdering sheep
Murder your ass, I murder the beat
Pistol hit his head, bits of skull all on the concrete
Shit bagged like a stall, I put some bullets through his teeth
White bitch with me off that tweak, I flex like Iron Sheik
Count up hundreds all week, crack rocks in my sneaks
[Chorus]
Money drenched in blood, naw, I can't go back
Riding in a 06' Chevy, yeah, that's a throwback
Sipping on this Cognac, Uzi in my backpack
I'm a beast, demon in the flesh
I'ma feast, eat your skin while it's fresh
Money drenched in blood, naw, I can't go back
Riding in a 06' Chevy, yeah, that's a throwback
Sipping on this Cognac, Uzi in my backpack
I'm a beast, demon in the flesh
I'ma feast, eat your skin while it's fresh
[Verse]
I'm a cold motherfucker coming straight out the sticks
Shoot me a buster, matter fact, shoot his clique
Don't come outside, unless you want to die
Hear gun shots, make his momma cry
Kill your ass when I drive by, shut his eyelids, then I tell him goodbye
Demons haunting me, I can't go to sleep
Dark side pimp, do this till I'm six feet
Sacrifice goats, I'm murdering sheep
Murder your ass, I murder the beat
Pistol hit his head, bits of skull all on the concrete
Shit bagged like a stall, I put some bullets through his teeth
White bitch with me off that tweak, I flex like Iron Sheik
Count up hundreds all week, crack rocks in my sneaks
[Chorus]
Money drenched in blood, naw, I can't go back
Riding in a 06' Chevy, yeah, that's a throwback
Sipping on this Cognac, Uzi in my backpack
I'm a beast, demon in the flesh
I'ma feast, eat your skin while it's fresh
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