Cocaine Fingertips

Before that I say anything that offends you

I just wanna say

Fuck you and every male that you look up to

Yo daddy, brother, and uncle

Your basketball coach, the public school mascot that used to hug you

That pastor that butt-fucked you, holy shit

Yeah, holy shit

Who's the boney bitch you had livin' in the holy pitch

In clothes that don't really fit?

That's the new rap homie kit

Who's the boney bitch screamin', "I don't do this"

Then they blow the dick just like a pro

And spit like every hoe I know and shit

I off the top rope a bitch

Nikolai Volkoff a bitch

Grab my bulge a bit and tell a hoe to come cough on this

The headboard bangin' on the wall and shit

Neighbors bang on the wall and shit

'Cause I'm bangin' the walls and shit

Bangin' that off the wall and shit

For real, why that? Where that Barry White at?

I said I'm daddy in these blankets, baby leave that mic jack

I can't believe that she believed that I'd really be right back

Shit, what's her name again?

Cocaine fingertips, when I get dumb, I get numb

Can't even feel the words on my tongue

Got them cocaine fingertips

You gon' be high as a kite as I recite the pure white that I write off these

Cocaine fingertips

This that in front of the store

What I'ma cut it for? It's all raw, boy

Them cocaine fingertips, yeah, that's some good shit

The nerve of anybody on this Earth that think they like me

I'm Godzilla in Japan way back in five-three, five-four

The raw fresh off the jaw, Loch Ness monster on the high seas

Sometimes I ask myself, "Yo, where they find me?"

My mind be on interstellar, extraterrestrial

Biochemical, celestial weaponry, I can think you into residue

Don't even need the worst of me to get the best of you

A couple healthy words from me and turns you vegetable

Any rapper is edible

I'll clap you off your pedestal

Pedal you on the back of my Vespa to an incredible

Desolate desert location next to some sort of federal military installation

Install some more lead in you, then make you write "Yahweh"

A million times in blood, legible

Some people say I'm not normal

No formal introduction needed 'cause if I see you, I am not cordial

Hold this fist across your head, that's how I forewarn you

Cocaine fingertips, when I get dumb, I get numb

Can't even feel the words on my tongue

Got them cocaine fingertips

You gon' be high as a kite as I recite the pure white that I write off these

Cocaine fingertips

This that in front of the store

What I'ma cut it for? It's all raw, boy

Them cocaine fingertips, yeah, that's some good shit

Yeah, bro, that shit is

That shit is really potent, yo