[Intro]
Who cares?
Who really cares?

[Verse 1]
I feel like smoking weed today
How I end up smoking you? (It did it for me)
I feel like what I need today
Is something to put something through (I did it for me)
I feel like what I need to say
Is somewhere I ain't never sought (Clever, though)
I feel like someone need to pay
For something ain't nobody bought (Body caught, body caught)
Watch you rot, like a worm
Ash my pot in your urn
What'chu got, what'chu earn? I don't care
In the end, it’s your turn when you bare
What is there, but the stench and your stare
And the burn of the skin in the air
Have you ever been to the fair? (Yes)
I hate all the smiles that they wear
I feel nothing wild under hair (Chest)
I-I wanna go home, Mommy
Walking 'round with no dome, I'll be brainless
Ke-ke-ke-ke-keep yourself from 'round me
B-b-b-blood on me, keep my Tommy stainless
[Interlude]
“Uh, Darkie, make a boom bap song, this”
“Darkie, do what the fuck I want, that”
“Darkie, uh, you don't have a real fuckin' life”
“Uh-oh, oh my god, uh, do this, do that”
“Uh, you don't really rap”
“All you do is yell and say "Yuh"”
Fuck you
Suck my dark penis
Ha-ha-ha

[Verse 2]
Yuh, fuck where I’m from; I hate it
I’d rate it one star, gone far to evade it
In L.A., 'til I made it, one who didn't resonate with the rest
Designated regrets, just delayed a reflex
Flew away from the nest and I ain't looking back
Yeah, I stay cooking tracks, yeah, I stay in my house
On the floor, like a mouse, or a rat, or a bat in the sky
In the night, like a cat, I attack with a swipe
And your life in my paw, like a knife
You ain't saw nothing, right? Keep yo' jaw locking tight
Talking nada, my shotta might rip up yo' tight fitting Prada
The street getting hotter, eyesight 20/20
They funny for money, for cash I be working
I'm lurking in shadows and ditches
I'm hurting these riches, I'm certain these bitches want smoke
Well, do you?
[Verse 3]
I will not smoke with you, lames
I am bad with your names, but I remember homies
The people that know me
That care about me 'cause I care about them
And we share our emotions
The motions, they making me sick
On an ocean of potion, engrossing my ego
A seagull fly overhead, now I'm dead
What would have grandpa said?
If he come close to your family, stamp his head
Like he an envelope, loud when I'm on the Coke
Sound like I do emote, now I'm off Prozac
I know that I'm dying, just don't wanna go back
That pole in my nose doing blow like a snow cap
I tow that for defence, I hop over the fence
A creep in the deep end where nobody sleeping
I'm steeping in hatred, won't break bread with no one
I'll make meds and throw 'em, to make ends and blow 'em
I'm growing, I'm massive, she know that I'm blasted
She showing her assets like all of her facets
I macerate bitches with herbs in a casket
Then roll or pack it in a bowl and don't pass it, you bastid

[Interlude]
“Darkie can't rap”
Suck my fucking—
Literally, like, put your tongue in my butthole, you piece of garbage
And taste the shit that excretes
[Verse 4]
Lost 12 in the bushes, got no time
Might cost 12k, you tryna buy mo' rhymes, okay, now
In a few years I'ma be worth more than currency
New Year’s I'ma be worth more than currently, definitely
Smoke any fuck n***a that step to me
Rep the beach, I might fuck yo' shit up irreparably
Separately, I'ma fuck yo' ho' 'til she have to pee, mad at me?
I ain't trade no loyalty to have ya key unlike the bitch
Even with her kneeling, I ain't like the bitch
Really, though, eye be looking steely cold
Eye be looking red from the pot inside my grinder
Find her and ingest her Mary Jane, I won't be pestered
Lesser beings in they feelings, I don't see 'em, not important
I'ma shorten your life, no retorting, morton
Salt on yo' wound, homie halt, what'chu doing?
I'm a toon, it’s implied that I'm a loon
With my goons, making ruins outta buildings, uh
Know we busting through your ceilings, yeah
We don't care about your feelings, yeah
Tat myself, my skin is peeling, healing
Reeling from the stench, yeah
Why you sitting on a bench? Yeah, yeah
Lurking in a trench, yeah, yeah
Hopping every fence, yeah, gang (Yuh)
I be counting bucks and I blow 'em like a poacher
I'm a roacher, smoke it down to my finger for the culture
You a vulture (Huh), wait, wait, hate me, bitch (Huh, huh)
Great, say my namesake 'til I'm rich (Okay)
Fake, fake, bitch, you stay the runt
Hit that lick, take what we want
You a snake-ass n***a, you a whole-ass cunt
I'ma break your figures, bitch, I'm on the hunt
Yuh