Lyrics Gezuntight - Black Josh, Cult Mountain

Gezuntight

Yo it’s Black Josh, name can’t change like an anagram
You can bank on it, that I want my cash in hand
Gimme a thousand pound sterling not a bag of sand
What you niggas really know about our Manny man?
Nothing much but let me get you in touch
People say I’m selfish cause I’m never giving a fuck
I got a virgin strap in the trap and it’s ready to bust
At any pussyole, if they start fucking with us
I’m up in the hood but nothing goes over my head
I’m too high, like Red and Meth, might black out rolling the peng
I’m caught in habits that I do over and over again
I die hard and the bitch getting deep throated to death
With smoke on my chest, my cousin’s got O’s of the best
My attitude stinks, my shit’s got you holding your breath
I tell a bitch to shut her mouth and then open her legs
I’ve been pimping like Mike Epps, take note of the sweg
I’m from rainy Manchester so I stay dipped in North Face
Scally white chav, lighting splabs in the hallway
Bad son of anarchy couldn’t care what the law states
I wore a TN tracksuit to my Crown Court case
I’m out all night and sleep all day
I spark a hour like it’s my forte
I fuck her right in the pussy, no foreplay
Yeah it’s rapture, I drop jewels till my balls ache
Yo, woke up feeling like a million euros
Went to the barber’s like «give me some cornrows»
I just Tommy Hilfiger’d my wardrobe
Now I’m on the set of a brazilian porno
I ain’t trynna win an award show
Unless it’s eight figures or more, though
I’ll be underwater spitting in Morse code
Only Lord knows why the kiddo was born slow
Bugging out in dull weather in a wool sweater
Chilling underneath a Peach Lipton’s umbrella
You think you get drugs but my plug’s better
Now I’m done with your bitch, you can come get her
Now all I need is this last four
I swap a bar of cheese for a passport
Hack down a tree with a hacksaw
Stashed the P’s and had to leave through the back door
I just did a hundred lines of cocaine
King of snow, Keyser Söze
My blood’s codeine with methazine
Got this vampire bitch getting very lean
Delirious, had a couple seizures that were serious
Fuck the doctor, I ain’t hearing shit
Unless you write a script with the refill with it
Tell a bitch to say ‘Aah' and put an E pill in it
Straight mack, I’m just laid back with it
Ain’t got a V in my name just cause A$VP did it
Last time in Paris used to straight faggots with
Like Robbie Williams shit
Take that and give me light
I tell your bitch she can take that dick
I’m too blasé with it
You suck a dick if fucking Kanye did it
Too blasé with it
You’d probably suck a dick if your boy Kanye did it
Shit, zoom in that Park Lane living, bars ain’t switching
Pull up to the rave and park the R.A.
in it
Now I’m in a car chase whipping from the police
Nah, I was in the arcade, tripping
I’m 3rd degree burned-out
Always forgetting shit and tracking back like Dirk Kuyt
A couple of chicken-heads in my birdhouse
Release the dove and let them birds out
Fuck bitches like a porn actor
Smoking cigarettes to cure cancer
Rocking Nike hoodies, sipping polish beers
Just do it, very slowly over years
I’m the center of the universe
Fuck trying, I’m literally trynna do me worst
I’m the new Willard Smith
The pill crumbs in me spliff (got me ??? the shit)
I drift often to a deep state of «I don’t really give a hell»
That drunken ignorant infidel
I chip your style and sit and smile
Sipping mild ale
I tell you I’m the shit without fail
I’m off the Kardashev scale
I bailed to the dark side to stay
And hell is just a car ride away
Chilling with Hendrix and Hicks
With a keg and a bitch
Broke but in ten drinks, I’m fixed
Pissed, scuba diving in river Styx
What’s that got to do with the price of a pick ‘n' mix?
Wise guy, once bitten, 666 times shy
Gob spitting on your bitch clique while I’m sky high
I pry your mind’s eye open and slam it shut like «Goodnight»
Squinting in the sunlight
Tourists, taking selfies with lizards walking upright