LIL DARK SAMBO Songtext
von Lil Darkie

Hello, Humans!
I am Sambo
Hahahahahaha!
Bitch, I′m little dark Sambo
In the jungle, like I'm Rambo
Keep a handle on my damn pole
Light you like a candle!
Red-dot forehead, I am Hindu
Your head don′t know shit 'bout what I been th'ough
Niggas say I′m dark, uh
Niggas say I′m not dark enough
Close your eyes, then die, end your life
It's been tough
Puttin′ up wit' ′chu, sup wit' ′chu?
Nigga shut up
Bitch, you suck dick
Won't fuck wit' ′chu punks! (yeah!)
Gunk Rock (yeah!)
Monk talk
Keep the funk in my trunk! (yeah, yeah!)


Junkyard (yeah!)
I dunk hard on rappers that bunk (yuh, yuh, yuh)
"I feel like Sambo," I made that my mantra (yuh, yuh, yuh, yeah)
Hop in the Lambo; I′m blazin' that ganja (yuh, whuh, yuh, yuh)
I want ta (whaa)
Gettin′ it, gettin' it, uh
Settin′ some records
Ignorin' the peckers
I gotta go hardcore, spit some bars more, till these retards die off, UH
Bettin′ it, bettin' it, uh
Happen no cappin'
This shit finna detonate
Celebrate our tour
Goin′ far whore
Wanna be hard? That′s soft (irony)
Irony
Fire me
Try to; I'll remind you that I earned my share
Burned my hair
Turned my stare
Into an i-con
Kill shit till I′m gone
Legend like Rhydon
Let bygones be bygones
Drink a tall boy like pylons
In 'er ass cheeks like nylon, nigga
She made the python bigger
Right on wetter
Saigon weather
Fight on better
Bite on leather
Gunpowder dump sight on head
I tighten up, then light ′em up
Said, "I feel like Sambo at a height that you can't go"
Bitch, I′m little dark Sambo
In the jungle, like I'm Rambo
Keep a handle on my damn pole
Light you like a candle!
Red-dot forehead, I am Hindu
Your head don't know shit ′bout what I been th′ough
Niggas say I'm dark, uh
Niggas say I′m not dark enough
Close your eyes, then die, end your life
It's been tough
Puttin′ up wit' ′chu, sup wit' 'chu?
Nigga shut up
Bitch, you suck dick
Won′t fuck wit′ 'chu punks!
(Nah, bih!)

Burp

I stomach a lot of the shit wit′ my spit (yuh)
I run up; I shot him; I dip. Get that hit (yo)
I dig that ditch; the bottom, a lot of 'em hit (yuh)
Rot ′em; Forgot him (yo)
He slip bit by bit
Bit-Bitch, I turn a opper to butter; that nigga melted
In the jungle ain't no kaiser, no Sutter, nobody helpin′
Little Sambo with the stick in his grip like it's an umbrella
Hit like tambourine and get rid of bitches, pussies, and fellas (bang)
Bang, bang, bang (rrr), bang (rrr)
Bang (yuh), bang (rrr)
Hold on; I'm reloading (rrrttt)
And then the tigers chased each other around the tree until they were reduced to a pool of butter
Then Sambo′s mom used them to make pancakes
The End