NBA Brownboy & Yung Cracker - Lil Darkie Diss Track

{Intro: NBA Brownboy & Yung Cracker}
Brownboy hit the mic like a tower (Mm)
(Uh) (Yeah)
(Ye-) It looks like you lost another one

{Verse 1: NBA Brownboy & Yung Cracker}
Lil Darkie never seein' the lightie of heaven
Please quit music forever and run a 7-Eleven
Listen to one song of yours, and now I'm deafened
Showed your music to a girl, now I'm in jail cause she felt threatened
Head so bald, you use Nair like Kevin
Played your song on the radio and it broke the ignition
You look a Discord mod with no kitten
If I told my friends I like your music, I'd never be forgiven
Listen to 'DEATH SQUAD' my ears in critical condition
Surrounded by your fans, I'm in a terrible position
Making better music than you needs no ambition (Uh)
I'm adding up all these bars, call me a mathematician

{Interlude: Yung Cracker & NBA Brownboy}
Yung Crack on the track, uh (Yeah)
Uh, uh, uh, yeah

{Verse 2: Yung Cracker}
R. Kelly better than this nigga, uh
His music really makes me wanna pull the trigga, uh
On my head, smokin' 'DEATH SQUAD' dead
Pump your guts full of lead, suicide is where I'm led, uh
Bitch, I'm gonna waste you, and I hate you too
Your shit make me blow my fuckin' head off too
You say you got an AK, I got a minigun to shoot
Fuck with the Spider Gang for fun, and I'll use my tool (Uh)
Walkin' through the halls, uh
Death is the cost, uh, of me listening to 'HOLOCAUST' (Uh, uh)
All I need to repel you, is a cross, bitch

{Outro: NBA Brownboy & Yung Cracker}
Yeah
NBA Brownboy, Yung Cracker on the track
You know what I'm sayin', like, none of your music is good, I'd rather drink toilet water than listen to any of your discography, bro
Never make music again, (For a month, bro) retire, and actually like kill yourself, yeah (On God)
Yeah