Thundercat - Nyctophilia lyrics

[Intro] [Verse 1: Alkamist Gxld] What the f**? Who the f** trying to f** with Sleazy f**ing knuckle-heads bring the ruckus Popping like a f**ing 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 f**ing dome Sleazy Gang making moves like a f**ing 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 b**h specialist Ugly little f**er with a strong attention deficit I can feel my chakras burning in the lava f** boys f** 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, n***a [Verse 2: Rojikku] Chop the block, rock the dock Put the cash crops in the tops Stop the f**ing hype that you got like cops I'm strapped up you know that I'll push your f**ing 'fro back But hold that f**ing dope I take a toke Then roll the dough back Pause motherf**er I'm just false motherf**er Speaking fibs, drip on that Barbie like sauce motherf**er See, you're lost motherf**er 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 f**ing 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 f**ing ugly Can't touch me, I'm like referees or STDs If you're pressing me, you can s** a dick And overdose on ecstasy Can't mess with me, can't f** with me If you don't f** with me then f** you Cash Rules, but Sleazy Gang is still tearing new a**holes a**holes [Bridge] You look nervous. Let's put a smile on that face. *Laughs* [Verse 3: Grandmaster Q] Molotovs and co*ktails Do the math you naggy b**h 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 b**h got me feeling woozy Riding in a hoopty with a paper bag of rum and a n***a 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