Nyctophilia

[Intro]

[Verse 1: Alkamist Gxld]

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

[Verse 2: Rojikku]

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

[Bridge]

You look nervous. Let's put a smile on that face. *Laughs*

[Verse 3: Grandmaster Q]

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