LIL DARK SAMBO lyrics

[Intro]
Hello humans
I am Sambo
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)

[Chorus]
b*tch, 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 sh*t ‘bout what I been through
n*ggas say I’m dark, uh
n*ggas say I’m not dark enough
Close your eyes then die, end your life
It’s been tough putting up with you, 'sup with you, n*gga? Shut up
b*tch, you suck di*k, won’t f*ck with you punks

[Verse 1]
GUNK ROCK, monk talk, keep the funk in my trunk
Junkyard, I dunk hard on rappers that bunk
I feel like Sambo, I made that my mantra
Hop in the Lambo, I’m blazin’ that ganja
I want to—
Gettin’ it, gettin’ it, uh
Settin’ some records ignorin’ the peckers
I gotta go hardcore, spit some bars more
'Til these retards die off, uh
Bettin’ it, bettin’ it, uh
Happen, no cappin’, this sh*t finna detonate
Celebrate our tour, goin’ far, whore
Wanna be hard, that’s soft (Irony)
Irony, fire me, try too, I’ll remind you
That I earned my share
Burned my hair, turned my stare into an icon
Kill sh*t ‘til I’m gone, legend like Rhydon
Let bygones be bygones, drink a tall boy like pylons
In her ass cheeks like nylon, n*gga
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
[Chorus]
b*tch, 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 sh*t ‘bout what I been through
n*ggas say I’m dark, uh
n*ggas say I’m not dark enough
Close your eyes then
Die, end your life, it’s been tough
Putting up with you, 'sup with you, n*gga? Shut up
b*tch you suck di*k, won’t f*ck with you punks (Nah, bi—)

[Instrumental Break]

[Verse 2]
I stomach a lot of the sh*t wit’ my spit
I run up, I shot him, I dip, get that hit
I dig that b*tch, the bottom a lot of ’em hit
Rot ’em, forgot ’em, he slip bit by bit
B-b-b-b-b*tch I turn a opper to butter
That n*gga melting in the jungle, ain't no kaiser
No sutter nobody helping
Little Sambo with the stick in his grip like it's an umbrella
Hit like tambourine and get rid of b*tches, pussies, and fellas
[Outro]
Bang, bang, bang, bang
Bang, bang, bang, bang (Hold on I'm reloading)
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