Lyrics 616 - Cult Mountain

616

Yo, Nautica swimming shorts
Conducting a full piece orchestra, with an oar
In a storm
Went for a swim, and accidentally snorkeled to Singapore
I heard peace and love’s overrated
So I sacked it off, on the basis that I made it
Love the way I mumble when I say shit
Fuck being humble, I’m amazing
I wear my Gucci goggles like a bracelet
Too many chains yo
Plus I can’t skewiff the halo
See, what do they know?
I’m on fire like WACO
Fuck it, I’m taking Trellphies with a pill face
I’m rare, like Dr. Pepper milkshake
And I know what you will say
But I’mma rewrite what your will says
(Where you at son?) I’m up there like Jimmy Lovell
Half blind but my aim like William Tell
Clinch the game with a late winner
I’m just here to save the day like Ace Rimmer
I’m on the road to greatness
But I’m about as motivated as a coma patient
Getting money, I’m about that
I even got the P. Diddy mouse mat
6, 1, 6, Cult Mountain all up in your---bitch
6, 1, 6, Cult Mountain all up in your---bitch
I’m smoking buddha in the Uber
My grill moonlit, I’m trill lunar
Voices in my head saying 'Kill Super'
While I’m singing to my six-shooter (la-di-da)
No, I don’t live in the States
But I’ll dump your body down by the Michigan Lake
Nah, I ain’t feeling your wave
I ain’t digging it, but shit, if you give me a spade
Then I can dig you a grave
Son of Sam at the Summerjam
With a couple grand in a rubber band
Tryna make it rain but it’s sunny and
I think I’m in Tellytubby land, so fuck it
I’m still the grooviest chauvinist from the Soviets
Smoking that potent odorous
Zoning like it’s an opiate
Get high, yeah you know that I’m smoking it right?
All of this polo is white
I’m glowing like sodium lights
I’m taking selfies with my dick out
On the toilet tryna get the shit out
I mean my music (double meaning)
All my Ralphie five finger discount
Your girl rides my dick then she dismounts (and beat me to it)
I get my greasy spoon on
Tell a bitch to leave my futon, she’s sleeping too long
The bitch needs to move on
Diss my bitch and get a new one, cause she cooked my food wrong, uh
6, 1, 6, Cult Mountain all up in your---bitch
6, 1, 6, Cult Mountain all up in your---bitch
I burn a tree and give your bird a third degree
I don’t worship the devil, the devil worships me
I’m a trained croc killer that could tame Godzilla
Puffing a high grade lung filler with a gallon of rum
I’m macking your mum
It was getting hot, so I hock tu 'n spat at the sun
Like bitch, feed me 'til I’m fatter than Pun
I’m arrogant plus stupid with a capital dumb
I’m Ruud like Van Nistelrooy
Headphones in the opera house listening to Tity Boi
There’s an infinite void where me brain was
I’m too busy offending ya’s to say soz
Coming through with a crew of buttoned hoodlums
I don’t even shed a tear when I’m cutting onions
I don’t know what you expected bitch, at best I’m ignant
It is what it is unless it isn’t
He’yare, have a stripe for your plight
I haggle like several Camel Lights for your wife
I’ve seen the Cool As Ice movie twice
I’m stupid nice
Giving up and coming crews advice
Like fuck a job, peddle drugs and rob
Don’t trust me like a muzzled dog
Have you consulted god to stand on this mountain, laa?
Like mama-say, mama-sa, man I macked your ma
Mama-say, mama-sa, man I macked your ma
Mama-say, mama-sa, man I macked your ma
Mama-say, mama-sa, man I macked your ma