SLZY, Grandmaster Q, Hoppesangen, Alkamist Gxld - Nyctophilia lyrics

[SLZY, Grandmaster Q, Hoppesangen, Alkamist Gxld - Nyctophilia lyrics]

What the fuck? Who the fuck
Trying to fuck with
Sleazy fucking knuckle heads bring the ruckus
Popping like a fucking blackhead
Filled with puss
I'll light your face up like
The jack of all pumpkins
Little did you know I go by the name of Gxld
Hey, hi, nice to meet you
Now give me fucking dome
Sleazy Gang making moves like
A fucking mobile home
More scary than a demon
Lurking through the catacombs
I stitch together sentences to form a genesis
It's really such a shame
That you ain't comprehend the penmenship
Treacherous, deep sea drown
Your bitch specialist
Ugly little fucker with a
Strong attention deficit
I can feel my chakras burning in the lava
Fuck boys fuck around and
Catch this llama primadonna
So sick, pathogenic, call the doctor
Y'all ain't ready for the slaughter
No one knows until I got you, nigga

Chop the block, rock the dock
Put the cash crops in the tops
Stop the fucking hype that you got like cops
I'm strapped up you know that
I'll push your fucking 'fro back
But hold that fucking dope I take a toke
Then roll the dough back
Pause motherfucker I'm just
False motherfucker speaking fibs
Drip on that Barbie like sauce motherfucker
See, you're lost motherfucker
I'm a coughin' dolphin
Robbin' Marvin Gaye in a grave
Up in Compton pissing on his coffin
About to blow like bombs in Baghdad or
Dads when they see their
Sons report card's bad
I used to fight to stay up for Adult Swim
Now I'm lucky if I can stay up past ten
I'm exhausted
Get recording, put these bars inside of songs
And get your jaws dropping
Sleazy fucking them up and we're not stopping
Zero tolerance if you're fishing
For them compliments i'm awkward
Hawking any blonde I see
To boost my confidence
I'm not a convict so don't judge me
It's funny because when the
Good meets the bad
Then we create the fucking ugly
Can't touch me, I'm like referees or STDs
If you're pressing me, you can suck a dick
And overdose on ecstasy
Can't mess with me, can't fuck with me
If you don't fuck with me then fuck you
Cash Rules
But Sleazy Gang is still tearing new assholes
Assholes

You look nervous let's put a
Smile on that face laughs

Molotovs and cocktails
Do the math you naggy bitch
Fried chicken and hot sauce
Eat it up you sloppy trick
Tell your mans he needs to stop
Chopping on his skinny wrist
Cause I'm the new savior, hands raised
I'll gauge ya'
Samurai swords got you liquidated for later
She like it nice and flavored
Like some Juicy J papers
Squeezing on her titties cause no
One's here to save her
No Uncle Sammy, Uncle Lou see
This bitch got me feeling woozy
Riding in a hoopty with a paper bag
Of rum and a nigga named Louie
Thought that I can trust him 'til
His hands were in her coochie
Feel like I'm being degraded by
The boys in blue
I'm about to go super saiyan or Raichu
With Alkamist Gxld and Rojikku
Flying on the mountain tops with
A hand full of kush
And my mom's old matchbox
Lighter fluid smelling like a bag
Full of sweat sox

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