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lil darkie

DIRTY POTTY

 

DIRTY POTTY


11 hours I'm spending atop a dirty potty
No spending power don't bend for parties that hurt me body
I'm workin thoughts, in a burning pot I don't curtsy often
I'm using poison making noise until I fill me coffin

I'll have you know I don't want nothing to do with you losers
Ain't we all losin ourselves to the point we lose confusion
I feel buzzing all over my damn nerves
Tobaccy burning no longer a damn herb

Disgusting substance in my gullet, fuck it, pull it
Pussy gotta take a breath
Step outside it's best for life or just request your time of death
Where you'll find there's never time to change your mind for how you live

God or goddess ganja lock it in a muthafuckin web (Smoke)
Time for muthafuckin bed
All these products placin puss inside the common kind of med
I'll be smoking till I'm dead

TV is evil all these people get fucked
I need diesel, you need evil you stuck
Relieve your penis, you need semen to bust
I'm BMG, I don't people please for none

One more round I pull up on a muthafuckin fridge
I need some more balance out it in the fuckin mix
Split big cigs ever been mook sick
Foot so big, homies cooked so quick

Mmm
I'm feeling one with particulate matter
Off a barbiturate shatter
Quaalude and this bit of clatter
Clinking containers
I'm never thinking of haters
I used to drink until later
But now I drink when the paper come in
Drinking potater like vodka
Drinking agave tequila
Quiet the neighbors'll hear ya whisper
Take my turn upon the toilet on the shitter
Paper crisper when you broke
Creating litter
There is always a place that your trash has to inhabit
In habitats of rabbits
In habits grab and stab it
This faggot is very ragged
From self inflicted poising
Ingestion of this ethanol
Can't even smell the testicles
That linger on his breath at all
F it all

Spectacles impeccable
Detect the bullshit
Dissectible amphibian
That swimming in it oooh
I brought a bit of bud hey bud, hit? Cool
I bought a bit of bud off Bud's bitch who?

The figure quick in her knickers the picker licked a nigga wallet
Tried to call it, with my cellphone
Hell no
Trick her not by slipping her liquor
By knocking out her cold
Boutta ronda rousey this lousy hoe
Pockets bountiful
I found the fold inside of her
Jacket get back to counting fools
Mountain souls
Mounted on the stone and on the paper
Look me, look me in my eyes before I buy this booty shaker, George!
But mister Benjamin he hold her in the morning
He say Brittany or Lauren opportunity is whoring
Sell your soul and never do a thing again, paper men
Im just spitting some important for domestic and for foreign
If you drinking you might rap until you dead
Save your meds

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