| Yo, I took a xan, ended up in Japan
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| Bitch I’m the man, double cup in my hand
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| I’m straight floating like a rubber duck in a bath
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| Plus your bitch wanna fuck with me bad
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| Hashtag sad, cuz I don’t wanna fuck with her back
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| I’m just try’na double up on my cash
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| Cuz it’s all about the moolah baby
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| I’m fresh in this bitch like a newborn baby
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| So put me in my pram
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| Damn, dark demeanor
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| Wash the blood stains out with the carpet cleaner
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| Woke up face down in the salami pizza
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| After eating xannie bars and drinking margaritas
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| (plus I’m leaning)
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| I just sipped half a litre
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| Parked the Beemer straight through the fucking parking meter
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| Form the Kama Sutra on your mamacita out in Argentina
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| It’s give or take if she’ll make it, heart procedure
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| Fuck 'em (x4)
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| Uh, worthless, I don’t even wanna serve a purpose
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| If I wrote some deep shit you’d only hear the curses
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| So fuck life, let’s blame sherman churches
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| Trippy like Hey Vern, It’s Ernest
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| Cold blooded with burning urges
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| Got loudmouth scally birds in burkas
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| I get lean and topple a building
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| This is not for the children
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| I found Wally and killed him
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| Got several major malfunctions
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| From a council estate based around Butlins
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| Rapping like I might’ve done it before
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| Get me foot in the door
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| And rob your house for extra money on tour
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| Got magic like a magician with a wand
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| Crisis loan hold music, whistling along
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| Like dole scum with a brass sipping gold rum
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| Why you so glum?
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| I don’t want beef unless it’s ho fun
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| Don’t cum until she asks
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| Talk more shit than Nick Diaz
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| See the bizzies and we’re duckin'
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| Had something else to say but… fuck 'em
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| Scumbag, pick my nose in public
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| While I’m picking dog hairs out my frozen yoghurt
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| Sixty-one-six, I know you heard of us
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| You can catch me eating popcorn on a persian rug
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| I’m just try’na sell meds in my pyjamas
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| Trap from my bed and take a jet to the Bahamas
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| Got the funk and I’m sweggin' on 'em
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| That’s very often
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| Skum with a 'k' and that 'k' is for ketamine
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| Knocking on death’s door like, «Can somebody let me in?»
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| Like please somebody let me in
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| My death rings a bell but why the fuck is there no bell to ring?
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| I’m a cactus owl moon goat
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| Drunk in the cemetery scratching out tombstones
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| How am I still living?
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| A paid in full Mercedes, yeah we ill whipping
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| And son, I’m still sipping
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| I’m always coming down off something
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| Feels like I’m coming down with something
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| All my friends say I’m on a path of destruction
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| Well shh, all I can say is «fuck 'em» |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Fuck 'Em , by - Cult Mountain. Song from the album Cult Mountain, Pt. 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп