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BRAIN DAMAGE (PROD. WENDIGO)

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Dark Kids, no friends Smoking down the whole ten Nigga talking shit He must be asking for the pole then Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop (Pop, pop) Nigga talking mad shit, he get got (Get got) My shit in the carpool lane, three on it (Three on it) Triple threat, put your press on it Triple that, run it like Sonic, Speedy Gonzalez Got the pussy on my pallet, shawty be all on my phallus Yelling with malice, take her to Wonderland like she was Alice Heart on my hand, I got a rock on my chin like a band I got a chain on my neck like medieval I be so fly in the sky like a seagull I be so high in my mind off of boof I am a tile inside of the roof I am a mile outside and I shoot I am a ranger, dangerous dude I'm filled with anger, misunderstood Hop in your whip, I piss on your hood I wanna die like half of the time So half of me lying and half of me good Dark Kids, no friends Smoking down the whole ten Nigga talking shit He must be asking for the pole then Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop (Pop, pop) Nigga talking mad shit, he get got (Get got) I ain't been dealing I been reeling, kneeling, feeling bad Fuck what you feeling Put your spirit through the ceiling, yeah Uh, yuh, ayy, huh, yuh, ayy Yuh, ayy, yuh, ayy, yah, ayy, yah, ayy, yuh, ayy, huh, yeah I been smoking cheeks like a leech Sucking blunts and ducking niggas in the frondas Wanna get high, cannot be shy, it's implied Darkie smoking 'til he cannot feel his eyes, marijuana Darkie smoking 'til he cannot feel his eyes, marijuana Darkie smoking 'til he cannot feel his eyes 'cause he wanna Darkie smoking 'til he far away from you sons of bitches Darkie eating 'cause we clean but we still got tons of dishes, bitches Dark Kids, no friends Smoking down the whole ten Nigga talking shit He must be asking for the stick, yuh Hit him with a brick, yuh Send him to Divine, yuh For a split second, he could see my barrel shine, yuh This message is brought to you from Darkies of America Striving every day to be as grimy as possible And yell as much as possible Kill as many people as possible Smoke as many loud as possible