I'm Your New God Album Version

What's wrong, sweetheart? Don't you want me? You paid for me. Kneel to me. Smoke me. Breathe me. Inhale. I'm your new god. She's only sixteen, she looks lost. Bought crack from the dope man 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 ninety-eight pounds and lonely. She calls to her god for help and that's Me. Cocaine, go ahead and use me. Mama won't know you're junkie. Just put me in your pipe, light and suck. Cluck, cluck, cluck. And while you're high, Grab a twelve gauge. Jump back on the streets in a crack rage. The only way out is the suicide route. Point the gauge at your dome and take it Out. Now I'm on the six 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's 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. Cocaine. Go ahead and smoke me. Brothers throwin' up a set to protect me. I'm worth a lot of money, so respect me. Doin' damage on the boulevard just like that. Shoot 'em over crack. Dope dealers would kill for me. 'Cause if you sell me, I help you live Lovely. You want a Porsche? Move a few keys. Just remember that your god Is me. The task force bum rushed one of My employees. A big score, twenty-three keys. Now you see another dope man sink, and one Young cop on the brink. The cop's thinkin' 'bout pension. An alimony check to his wife for the rent And kids. So the profit is low, And he wants to make his bankroll grow. Twenty-three keys just sittin' in the back seat. I can make the best man weak. So the cop hits the street to sell a Little pain. Now the cop has a god. You can call me cocaine. Cocaine. Smoke this. Smoke. Smoke it. The only way I can be stopped is with Intelligence. And you don't get it, so that's Irrelevant. So you die or else go to jail, And I'm happy as hell. I tried to get a young kid, but he Just said no. Because of some sports hero. So I entered the hero's house in the form Of a line and let him snort one time. Now he's dead 'cause my dose was pure. Got him too quick for the cure. So the headlines read, "Dope made another hit. Dead on the first sniff." Now the kid is lookin' for another hero. I let him know the other fool was a Zero. He hits the streets lookin' for a remedy. They introduce him to me. I don't need another junkie, just a flunky. Besides, the little punk was spunky. So I put him in a fresh pair of Dickies. Give him a beeper and let him terrorize The city. Put him in a gang, teach him The slang. Another young punk deep in the game. He'll be lucky if he lives to eighteen, And I'm his new god. You can call me cocaine. Cocaine. Go ahead and use me. Smoke.