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henny shots pts i & ii - cult of the damned lyrics

[verse 1: black josh]
razor tongue got me spitting blood on him
out when it’s late, the sun set looking blood orange
blunt on me, got my home smelling like a bud florist
run forest, run with the cash before they come for us
i could smash a glass of shards and then turn it to ket
i went through the school of hard knocks, didn’t learn no respect
i’ve been trying to keep my cool, they’ve been burning my head
now it’s back to f*ck ’em and i’m keeping this person in check
think i’m *rs*d? i don’t care if you like me
it’s not the same opinion that’s shared by your wifey
sn*tch your necklace, knock you out like a pikеy
sweg lord almighty

[verse 2: lee scott]
if the glass is half empty, i’m filling it up and downing thе lot
they asked me how i could; the question is how could i not?
counting the guap, while eve’s stripping out of her frock
drinking apple ciroc, what?
i haven’t slept for a thousand years
six one six dressed like we’re mountaineers in the snow
head to frost bitten toe in north face, in the middle of nowhere
like, give me some more sp*ce please
you feel me like a cool sea breeze
that bunking on the bus with two ki’s st**z
they say you learn from your mistakes, but i don’t make any
so topics range from copping chains to straight henny
[verse 3: sniff]
i late bevy on the block but i hate jenny
find a flaw in my game but there ain’t any
i spit flames to pavarotti
keep thotties like chains, the way they hanging off me
top seat at the winners table
shoot horse before i hit the stable
disengaged and i hit the hay
skip today, pull up in a truck like tim mcvay
i did my lifes work in a single day
not a minute wasted, wasted
with my hands around your missus waist
in your place, bust a nut and left without a single trace

[verse 4: ]
f*ck the henny, take a belly shot
yo i pull out some sh*t that make your belly pop
drop the acid on the jelly tot
i know you thinking that you can say h*llo but you better not
and if my g got a plan, he don’t need to tell me
all we wanna do is get wealthy
i’m like the high malcolm x, about any beans necessary
i need a high rise office with fly secretaries
ben & jerrys out in february
i’ve been cold, your bars belong to cemeteries
c*o*t*d
if you really have an issue, you can come see me
[verse 5: king grubb]
set the pace leisurely
wake and bake in the mezzanine
something lemony, stoned monumentally
buried up to my head like (?)
so high and i know why, sitting on a goldmine
while you drop a million albums filled with bromides
you get no shine
even if i say so myself, i’m co*signed by the most high
you washed up in the low tide, before i hung you out to dry on your clothesline
stole your wife online, family crisis code nine
i’ve been the nicest the whole time

[verse 6: salar]
f*ck two chains, i wear three
i’m just living life carefree
i’m superman, except not even kryptonite scares me
i’m giving no f*cks to the point even a nympho might air me
i’m rare g, you think you’re sick but it’s lurgy
cult of the d*mned, we’re saving kids from the clergy
essie bringing the funk sh*t and kick it like kirby
hairy with your birdy, my general disposition is flirty
my favourite s*xual position is burpy
dirty like we took a swim in the mersey
but the flow so clean, you don’t know that you don’t know me
i’m polo sport, you’re polo jeans
[verse 7: stinkin slumrok]
oh lord, why i always gotta be this way?
he said shut your stinking mouth, you did yourself this way
i guess life be a b*tch that way
so i gotta get my scripts in wait, moving in (?) state
and i heard there’s more bodies in the swamp
but i ain’t counted all the greys up in like 24 months
i heard there’s more floozies with that chump
so i gotta fly back to the ends and make it
it’s the same old me, still be six sixteen
and still ain’t got a single second for your baby d’s
they can cop cd’s or they can suck on deeez nuts
but know it nothing come for free

[verse 8: sly moon]
i bet my life on red
now i’m trying to figure out if i’m alive or dead
having arguments with the voices inside my head
they said quit the drugs but i sniffed another line instead
got your missus in the same room having cyber s*x
until she sent me a link to a bridal dress
that’s when i let her know it’s time to go
announced it on the microphone while i play the outro using minor notes
she didn’t wanna link again, but it’s a minor though
dial the dro, i’m getting high through the highs and lows
sometimes i wonder, am i a ghost?
’cause when i try and find my pulse, all i’m getting is this silent tone

[verse 9: bill shakes]
low class, used to smoke grass and light hay
now i go crowd for nine days straight
it didn’t footy when i equalise
red dot between your eyes
i’m f*cked up, redefined
still read the lines, meet me demise
come a long way since me asbo days
used to snort me body weight off the plate
chonged off haze
rotting brain, monged for days
what’s wrong with shakes?
f*ck all (so f*ck y’all)
punch drunk, drunk all the rum punch
still down to get f*cked up

[verse 10: tony broke]
i’m on the para peeping through peep holes in front doors
powder face, grinding t**th with two sharp swords
partaking the practice
make you part ways from pathways
roam with addicts with bad habits from past days
future pandemonium
paralysis, perfecting my premise
living in your head rent free, swigging super tenants
shake the building, make you b*tches pay the penance
outerworldly presence, riches in the hands of peasants
shots to the brain, we’re not one and the same
tony broke the goat with a dog on a chain
the great dane, a c*ck it a name
i’m the dog’s b*ll*cks with your ma’ on the main vein

[verse 11: sleazy f baby]
huh
make money, don’t make friends
dressed bummy, still scummy in the same ends
spend money, ex*honeys wanna make amends
and i ain’t boujie, still let a nitty give me pence
give ’em rock for the trap, i don’t give ’em rent
won’t last a sec in my trap, you wouldn’t take the stench
chalk outlines for them when i ride mic
f*ck an insides, corona boys, we outside
makes you ask if he leave will the games still love him
i left and came back, so let me know, motherf*cker
still got food on the cooker, pretty motherf*cker
b*tch, you look just like your mother, f*cker

[verse 12: bisk]
what you saying? i ain’t get it tryna listen still
don’t get you, but my n*ggas will, for real
i ain’t get you, tryna listen still
don’t get you, but my n*ggas will
one sec…
(someone speak to this guy blood)
f*ck a huff and puff, where’s there something to do
struggling to move like something got a hold of you
clutching your boots, ain’t accustomed to loot
you a customer too
take it in, let it out
solar beam like a bulbasaur
i ain’t talking dinner when i say i’m in (?) a lot
hold the fort, front line tryna hold the fort
with the gang, couple broken wh0res

[verse 13: milkavelli]
huh, make a toast with a shard of glass
blah got the party started, mardi gras
i’m about to set it off, car alarm hoe
hardy*ha it’s not funny, i’m laughing last though
let’s have a discussion, tab got me buzzing
i’m magic like mushrooms
at your family function, happy at something
halloween costume, smashing a pumpkin
i look smashing, so on so forth
argyle socks but i’m not on a golf course
goat walk i walk it, goat talk i speak it
winners dinner only use a gold fork to eat with

[verse 14: bethegun]
north, south, east, west i be
move around the city speed camera can’t catch me
don’t ever try and satnav me
i done the knowledge, no gps, the black cabbie
smooth, blend in with the traffic like the taxi
and i move with the sound of the vroom down the back streets
playing groove through the speakers in the backseat
so good luck tryna catch me
i took a left down a slip road that don’t have no zip code
i’m this cold that i can lose a tail in ten seconds flat
so how you gonna cope with that?
i’m an expert, that’s what they pay me for jack

- cult of the damned lyrics

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