BAD KID - Lil Darkie

If peter piper picked his pepper

Then peter piper’s fickle pepper

Would hit his knees

Either fight or use your steppers

Lose your sight become a leper

Kill yourself please

Buy some psilocybin and then hide it from your mother

Now my eyes begin to widen

Face is sliding off my brother

Been a bad kid

Such a bad kid

Don’t be a bad kid

Or you’ll be put inside the corner

Now my former friends is acting like I owe them shit

Had to grow then split

Like mitosis or division

You don’t know this you ain’t listen

On the slow end bitch

I’m official nigga

As in I am in possession of a missile nigga

Trigger on my desk it can get fiscal nigga

Call me mister dark one

Pull up spark one at the park and when the

Narcs pull up I’m stomping out the bark

Been a BAD KID

HIDING FROMS PIGS IN THE PLANTS

GOT HELLA TWIGS IN MY PANTS

THROW SOME GRAFFITI WE LONELY

RUN AROUND WITH WITH MY HOMIES

GIRL-FRIEND ACTING LIKE SHE DONT KNOW ME

SEPARATED NOW SHE WITH MY GUY TONY

I SHOOT THE CANNON MAN YOU ON SONY

NIGGAS IS CHARLA-TAINS NIGGAS PHONIES

DEAL WITH IT REAL QUICKLY

NO ID RATHER FEEL SHITTY

RATHER GO AND CREATE AN ISSUE

DISS YOU THEN I TAKE YO TISSUES

MOMMA PRAYING UP TO VISHNU

WRECKING SHIT LIKE SHIVA

TAKING BUTTER LIKE KRISNHA

BAD KID SCHOOL MOVIES

PARENTS SCARED THEY GON LOSE ME

SHIT’S COOL LIKE A SMOOTHIE

TIL THEY THROW YOU INTO JUVIE

LOCKED UP

I got some hours to think

Or got some time to complain

What does it say in your brain?

While you dangle yo feet o’er the brink

Not good at dealing with drink

But not good at dealing with pain

So, I’m throwing up in the sink

And my vomit is clogging the drain

FUCK UP MY FUTURE

LIKE KAMSUTRA

FROM EVERY ANGLE

HIT BELOW MY MY ANKLE

KICK BELOW MY NUT

SAC HOMIES BUST BACK

NOW THEY DEAD HOMIES

KNOW THE FEDS KNOW ME

GROW THAT BREAD SLOWLY

SPEND IT ALL SURELY

I WAS UP EARLY

EYES WIDE PEARLY

WHITES SHINING

HOW IM ROUGH RIDING

AND ITS TOUCH TRYING

TO BE HAPPY

WHEN YOU ALWAYS ON THE RUN

ALWAYS WORRIED BOUT A GUN

ALWAYS TRIPPING ON THE FUNDS

ALWAYS SLIPPING INTO DANGER

FREQUENTLY AT PEAK ANGER

REEK OF WEED ON EACH FINGER

IM NOT DISSING MARIJUANA

IM SAYING YO REASON FOR SMOKING IMPORTANT

NOW I BE TOKING TO FOCUS A COUPLE THINGS

I WAS BROKEN I COULD SHORTEN MY SUFFERING

If peter piper picked his pepper

Then peter piper’s fickle pepper

Would hit his knees

Either fight or use your steppers

Lose your sight become a leper

Kill yourself please

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