lirik lagu gung foo – cult of the damned
[black josh]
yo r kid, twist the spliff spark it
hit it like the target, embers on the carpet
leaving burn holes at your ma’s crib
while you listen to us barring
with the hardest instrumentation on a xanny bar b*tch
black lungs, got a cali pack where my heart it
i ain’t playing games you can’t use a sega with this cartridge
load it up its tearing through your arteries human carcass
pollute your harvest [?] pub bash for you to party
starving, got a load on my plate
im sick, i don’t know what i’ve ate
im throwing up but my middle fingers in your face
b*tch, you got the dough? this ent a date
safe, you thought we were but we ain’t
[?]
thats a yungsweglawd bootlеg that we made
in mannyfornia dreaming of california flavors
[lee scott]
im somеthing like, money mike i cut your kite strings
and pin down a b*tterflies wings just incase
now teach me some sh*t i can unlearn
went to paradise, got this blistering sunburn
and some camel lights, duty free not asda price
you ain’t schooling me im schooley d
due to all these women and this whiskey ive been drinkin’
i forgot which one of ya’s i was subliminally dissing
you love us but we hate you, i freebase glue
and scream over your records like dj clue, clue
rock gucci like im bougie but im a cheapskate too
they’re like ‘you got this sh*t off milk for free mate’, true
i make the type of sh*t to turn your green day blue
if we break through then its f*cked up for everybody
you better lock me in a room and pray for doomsday, mate
[sly moon]
ay yo you ain’t sh*t to mr. sly
give you sh*t advice don’t be thinking twice
price on my head is minus a pence
climbing your fence to commit a violent offence
my mind is possessed
there ent no time in this life to repent
yo i ain’t writing ahead, uh
dont know the alphabet but got my i’s on your z
getting high to forget my life is a mess
its the cycle that never ends
all i need is 9 pounds and i can get a benz
dressed like a tramp setting trends
me and this can of [?] are the best of friends
[stinkin slumrock]
this is tequila tonight so the kidda getting waved
plus that line upon my mirror [?] i ain’t tryna wait
got a peng ting, big batty matching waist
while you p*ssyholes stay watching acting waste
yeah you know that it be slummy
scummy swamp dweller hunting hunnies
but im on road maximizing all my money
so im out here with the cult, gotta get em boat
gotta sell the bo. [?] gotta sell ya boat
or something that will tingle up that nose like woah!
all up in your system like flow
got your sister whipping up the bros
it be old news, i done poked her in the..
cus the [?] be getting kinda loose
im a cult sag rat not coz there’s nothing else to do
apart from empty out your pockets an act a fool
im with the gang, dont try f*cking up the mood
nah talking ain’t the option you should choose
[milkavelli]
and yes i, do wrong tryna get right
get right so much there’s no left side
late night 2 hour drive for some tec and i slept twice
and did it all with no headlights
lets call that all a test drive
i got stopped for the, told the officer
im used to driving on the left side
i dont know how i was let slide
red eyes and a pint in the whip no red stripe
and baby im just tryna get high
i dont mean h*llo and that is why i said bye!
live your best life i just live and let die
roger more, baby i want some more
vans print on my pill when im bouncing off the walls
sh*t, lock your doors, shout johnny ford but f*ck a ford
im in the honda accord and i just wanna record
[king grubb]
i introduce myself as the one with the bali on
your sh*ts played out, keep calm and carry on
evading bobbies from [?] to dam to [?] im godly
rap paragon, cult propaganda song
the mastodon, man my splabs get chonged
head blasted off of the shoulders its sat upon
been sky high for years now, ain’t landed once
freestyle? i hear voices and rap along
i see it now, frontpage a classic font ‘the kings in town’
me in a crown with a tree in my mouth
tell you three’s a crowd and leave with your spouse
so you need to watch out like [?] about
smoking trees like i dont believe in the drought
taxing g’s for dirty money, cleaning them out
dont get caught slipping
i kicked the bucket as you go to hit it
here’s a brush for your broken spirit
[bill shakes]
talk is cheap like matt’s cabs
muppets throw biguns and i see em backtrack
yeah, a fiend for fat splabs
tape [?] and [?] your wax dabs
in the fiat hatchback
folding your bird like an ikea flatpack
guaranteed the last laugh
taxing cream from fat cats and cheese from rat traps
booze and drugs, shrooms and dust
you can die son, i’ll vacuum it up
liquid in the time sink a pint
cult sag run and sniff the finish line
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