Coal Cash - Narcolepsy (The Cosby Effect) lyrics

“k** me I’m here, do it!” When I speak it y’all should treat it like the emperor’s edict Comedic cuz they like to sleep on me like a Tempur-Pedic Bulimic flood from bowls of blood on the punchline Your rhymes ain’t eating sh**, fit for anorexic lunch time You’re c*nt slime, you remind me of vaginal flow A hoe on the rag, a douchebag with no actual hole I’ll toe tag your swag persona then stab your mama Tomahawk your thoughts, turn part of your corpse to a badge of honor I’m mad beyond the genre’s genius, of monster’s fiendish Supremely fit to f** your b**h cuz she wants the penis The meanest sh**, spit this side of galactic space Syntactic tactics shape the Atlas of synaptic scapes Creating blackness I’m an ocean flowing frozen wind Been rape theatrics, you don’t want it when I’m going in The golden spin, stuck up a**hole like a gloating win You been encapsuled stuck up a** hole like a Roman gym Deep in the fractal state of mind, supernatural design I’m winding off the axle to unravel the shackles of time Divine gavel, I travel at the speed of thought Teleport through cosmic seas but never have to leave New York I’ll feed your corpse to these moss covered acres Capers occur but nothing’s hungrier than mother nature Another labor to savor I am the bed provider Surprise you’re dead I was bred to take the head from hydras Getting liver than a Walking Dead survivor Driving a Tiger tank over your flanks, I am the rank divider I’ll drive a shank through your memory bank Until it shrank your sensory til you’re mentally blank Length of entropy vs plank’s constant Drank contents of quantum chemistry kinetic sea of conscious A complex energy my entity’s a frequency That is free to plead prophetically but heavily they sleep on me The culture’s starving fans lament without attempt to feed it Needed to rest slept on the best like a Tempur-Pedic Content to leave it they don’t need it and they never will Sk**s at counting sheep when they sleep on me like Benadryl My pen is ill and it will instill a truth in all Walls are aura form like Chloroform built from Rohypnol My proof is all in the pudding, I guess it’s still a hobby Probably not fulfilled, the game is popping pills with Bill Cosby I write the dopest with a ma** appeal that’s isotopic The psychotropic flash forward through the psychic focus The mic explosive corrosive from a nitric dosage We boasted might causing fright when I write ferocious The Gnosis plight was smite for the flight of Icarus I’m sick of this life, so ignite with a strife ubiquitous I’m sick with this mic a liquidus type of strike compatible Radical when I write plus I’m faster than light’s collateral A magical splice with a concise calculation In relation to the voucher of Alpha-Amalgamation Algorithmic equation in computation of my data mine Designed for abjuration of compilations that you had in mind Cadavers line my trail blaze like wild western railways I wage to raise sails, in gust of gale hoping to hail praise Only engage to fail so drive a nail through my open palms Beyond the world of flesh so I welcome d**h with open arms Nothing to see here, keep it moving no attention needed Believing my pen is filled with Benadryl my sk**s are Tempur-Pedic Your sense anemic to the blood loss on these bars Fell hard from your bed smacked your head only to see stars Retard your aura if you swore you saw a purer form Perform it frequently but you sleep on me like Chloroform Euphoria swarm, people cerebral waiting for truth to call Housed all in the booth further proof that we’re Rohypnol