Glob

Intro:

Yeah, welcome to Campus, king that ate the world, class packed in, FDR shit, Gonzo Campaign trail, homeschoolin', yeah, man, it's that college shit, Dab Dopolis, ayo

Verse 1:

Fear and Loathing slacker raps, stoner breaks (Ahh)
Not a sober day waxin' okra shade
Overlaid, the dirt settle over crates
Cornbox go-gurt spray, dope for days
A Lake Casse creep smokin' like a sacred calve of weed
I saw through the calves happily (Ahh!)
No emblem tatted
Grunge rap femdom stabbing
Detroit Rock City denim jacket
I warped Superman, Bizarro
I'm like one of the Beach Boys in Key Largo
Bump off the key lard, shades on like Large Pro (Yeah)
Strawberry coffin on burry
Campfire blunt cherries, a bowl of crunch berries (What?)
Under the armchair slumped on Matthew Perry's (Damn)
Tongue sunning (Uh?)
An eightball of each sneaker that's truck runnin'
I hit a dime with a taser, she's stunning (Oh)
I rock seal skin jackets out, we went clubbing

Chorus x2:

It's called cocaine, and you don't want no part of this shit!
It's called cocaine, you don't want this, get outta here!

Verse 2:

Yeah, you made the formula tacky
I'm back in the lab wacky
Put anotha wax like Taffy
Fingers ashy, the picko gassy (Eww)
DT's drop the caffeine when they walk past me (Who?)
No lackeys, cadaver in the backseat
Mack (huh), whippin' the bone, collect the taxi
I guess I'm on some nerd shit like Wimpy (Nah, man)
But I guess so was Kaczynski (Oh shit)
I bring choke fetish to Kamasutra
Design of loser, we need listeners, less contributors

Chorus x2:

It's called cocaine, and you don't want no part of this shit
It's called cocaine, you don't want this, get outta here!