pygmies - Auxxk, Deademane

Come on break ya fucking lungs

Jackie Owens wit da jays

Shit smelling the plague

Giving no fuvk what you think

Fuck you thought this a joke

Fuck you triiping off da boat

Seen you taking fucking notes

Tryna act like you my folks

Fuck is wrong wit you lil hoe

Nick cannon wit my drum

Iont know when stop

Man I swear

Fuck ops

Slipping up that’s a never

In the trenches wit brudders

Life test my fucking levels

I swear only smoke better

Sorry that is your woman

She a real dick eater

Losing my mind, Tryna live wit some empathy, simply you was not meant to be,

history feeling so empty, the world meaning shit to me, non of that bullshit

can get to me, gif of me

Smoking a quarter, back feel to the border

I’m smelling like honestly

Play wit no lag to me, come wit some strategy

Teach you how daddy be, speak wit validity

There is no kit to me, mental be shitty these people are shit to me

There is no end to me, I am that entity, you niggas wish you be

Snakes up in heaven

Ain’t trusting a soul

Yo word meaning shit to me

Actions come wit a fee

Have you like what is he

Mandark the chemistry

Flows bring misery

Darkness is what you see

Bad luck the prophecy

Y’all niggas gossipy

I’m bout philosophy

Caution ya heart is weak

Started but didn’t geek

Drunk of my energy

Fuck off ya killing me

Purging revealing the

Truth of the matter

Dramatics da climax

Done cleared out my sinus

Deciding who real and who fake

Cringing

Infringing

So common

Embalming

You varmin

The shit

But I’m charmin

Da shaman

Alarming

You niggas

To thoughtless

My process obama

You end up osama

Dat red dot iconic

You sweet

Keep on running

Ebonics be tonic

Kill I’m a god

Delivery spotless

Can’t spell

I’m retarded

But bars be bombarding

Remaining unguarded

Unbothered, a scholar

Les finish this scalping

Been blessed wit da honors

Machetes get covered in horror

I kill off the boring

I keep on the torment

I used to be dormant

Applying this pressure revealing the snakes

Playing the fool, but been peeped yo ways

This shit ain’t news, you been dug ya grave

No fucks from this way

What you say

Out yo face

Get you laid

Don’t you flench

You lil bitch

Catch my gist

Or my girth

You lil shit

This a gift

For yo kid

And ya miss

Get da gist

Of my list

More blood on my shit

Been stressing I’m sick

Of the fuckery

Mockery

Clocking me

Hawking me

Watching me

Stopping me

Fuck out my space

Keep a dog on me

Feeling so fartherly

Y’all niggas off to me

Need you some guidance

Come sit in my company

I need me some money

Been broke for a minute

I take me some money

They calling me felon

Shawcross be process

Yo heart be my dinner

You look like a winner

Something like finely

A legend by word

Menace like loc

Defined as the goat

That’s all that she wrote