19 Eighties Cocaine

let's go back to the days of Scarface,

when cocaine was every place,

it wasn't laced,

& the pigs couldn't trace ya.

racing to see who could sell the most the quickest,

& to see who could get the most ripped, &

people didn't act like lids,

back then it was cheap, so peeps tipped ya.

didn't have to worry bout gettin ripped off.

everyone was solid,

& never tipped off the cops,

Stuff so good, if ya sniffed it, it knocked yer socks right off.

we didn't worry bout makin it hard,

we just left if soft,

filled up the cow trough, &

stuck our whole head in the trough,

that's how we got off.

Blow was everywhere,

chicks in they underwear in large numbers,

servin dudes hummers,

all summer long.

blow so good it was like a world wonder,

makin people blunder,

walkin round in the lightnin & thunder,

grittin they teeth & startin to stutter,

in the house with closed shutters.

didn't eat for days,

walkin round in dazes,

like the streets were mazes,

vanishin for days with no trace.

& showin back up at the bar,

in a brand new stolen car,

tarred and feathered,

never gave a damn about the weather.

1980's cocaine,

to relieve the strain of life,

& lifes pain,

1980"s cocaine,

while yer walkin round in the rain.

1980's cocaine,

to make ya famous.

not even 1980's cocaine can tame this!

Grew pot ski's goin famous.

tired of new rap bein lame,

they're shameful, & all sound the same,

its painful,

I'm bringin the pain, next,

like method man,

I'm goin famous,

remember this,

Grewpotski's the name,

takin over like 1980's cocaine,

& leavin the world numb.

i'm goin famous,

with this microphone I'm haneous,

nameless groupie hoes,

we run a train on em,

& i'm insane,

grew pot ski's a boss,

New raps loss, is grewpotskis gain.

lips numb, i don't need a gun,

i eat new rappers for lunch in bunches,

got rhymes by the tonne,

fug MGK & his fuggin man bun!

1980s cocaine,

getcha higher than curt cobain,

so you just may, blow yerself away, &

mumble rap's gettin blamed,

how ya mumble rap with no brains?

not even 1980s cocaine can tame this!

1980s cocaine

to relieve the strain of life,

& lifes pain,

1980s cocaine

while yer walkin round in the rain,

1980s cocaine

to make ya famous,

not even 1980s cocaine

can tame this.

Just doin my thang,

pierce ya with my lyrical fangs, as the beat bangs,

mumble rappers can't hang,

my pockets goin cha chang, like a cash machine, ring it!

bitch sing it...

I bring it all day,

smack ya like the 80s

for bein shady,

mumble rap is so lazy,

New raps style is sayin, "pleeease trade me".

but don't be hatin on me cuz i snapped,

I'm a bury mumble rap

on 1980s cocaine,

I aint playin,

cant match the style I'm displayin.

1980s cocaine,

getcha higher than curt cobain,

so u just may,

blow yerself away, &

mumble rap's gettin blamed,

how ya rap with yer brains displayed,

not even 1980s cocaine can tame this.

remember the name, Grewpotski,

I'll be walkin round in the rain!

bitch sing it