*girl weeping*



WHAT'S WRONG, SWEETHEART?

DON'T YOU WANT ME?

YOU PAID FOR ME. KNEEL TO ME.

*rhythmic sniffing*

SMOKE ME. BREATHE ME. INHALE ...

HA HA HA HA HA HA, I'M YOUR NEW GOD.



(Sir Mix-a-Lot)

She's only 16, she looks lost

Bought crack from the dopeman, and got tossed

Livin on the streets, smoked out

Perfect individual for me to bust out

You can sniff me, or you can puff me

But the girl shoulda known, you can't trust me

She's only 98 pounds and lonely

She calls to her God for help, and that's me

COCAINE, go ahead n' use me, heh heh

Momma won't know you're a junkie

Just put me in your pipe, light and SUCK

*deep inhale* Cluck cluck cluck!

And while you're high, grab a 12 gauge

Jump back on the streets, in a crack rage

The only way out is the sucicide route

Put the gauge at your dome and TAKE IT OUT

Now I'm on the 6 o'clock news

All my movies get the rave reviews

60 Minutes had a special on me

The god called Crack is killin your society

Colombia is where I get picked

I can kill with a 90-10 split

I work through the week, my pleasure is pain

And I'm your new God

You can call me Cocaine



Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha

Cocaine

Heh heh heh

Go ahead n' smoke me



(Sir Mix-a-Lot)

Brothers throwin up a set to protect me

I'm worth a lot so money so respect me

Doin damage on the boulevard, just like that

*gunfire* Shoot 'em over crack

Dope dealers would kill for me

Cause if ya sell me, I help ya live lovely

You want a Porsche? Move a few ki's

Just remember that your God is me

The task force bum rushed one of my employees -acapo