Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fuck 'Em, artist - Cult Mountain. Album song Cult Mountain, Pt. 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 04.12.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Dvlgng
Song language: English
Fuck 'Em |
Yo, I took a xan, ended up in Japan |
Bitch I’m the man, double cup in my hand |
I’m straight floating like a rubber duck in a bath |
Plus your bitch wanna fuck with me bad |
Hashtag sad, cuz I don’t wanna fuck with her back |
I’m just try’na double up on my cash |
Cuz it’s all about the moolah baby |
I’m fresh in this bitch like a newborn baby |
So put me in my pram |
Damn, dark demeanor |
Wash the blood stains out with the carpet cleaner |
Woke up face down in the salami pizza |
After eating xannie bars and drinking margaritas |
(plus I’m leaning) |
I just sipped half a litre |
Parked the Beemer straight through the fucking parking meter |
Form the Kama Sutra on your mamacita out in Argentina |
It’s give or take if she’ll make it, heart procedure |
Fuck 'em (x4) |
Uh, worthless, I don’t even wanna serve a purpose |
If I wrote some deep shit you’d only hear the curses |
So fuck life, let’s blame sherman churches |
Trippy like Hey Vern, It’s Ernest |
Cold blooded with burning urges |
Got loudmouth scally birds in burkas |
I get lean and topple a building |
This is not for the children |
I found Wally and killed him |
Got several major malfunctions |
From a council estate based around Butlins |
Rapping like I might’ve done it before |
Get me foot in the door |
And rob your house for extra money on tour |
Got magic like a magician with a wand |
Crisis loan hold music, whistling along |
Like dole scum with a brass sipping gold rum |
Why you so glum? |
I don’t want beef unless it’s ho fun |
Don’t cum until she asks |
Talk more shit than Nick Diaz |
See the bizzies and we’re duckin' |
Had something else to say but… fuck 'em |
Scumbag, pick my nose in public |
While I’m picking dog hairs out my frozen yoghurt |
Sixty-one-six, I know you heard of us |
You can catch me eating popcorn on a persian rug |
I’m just try’na sell meds in my pyjamas |
Trap from my bed and take a jet to the Bahamas |
Got the funk and I’m sweggin' on 'em |
That’s very often |
Skum with a 'k' and that 'k' is for ketamine |
Knocking on death’s door like, «Can somebody let me in?» |
Like please somebody let me in |
My death rings a bell but why the fuck is there no bell to ring? |
I’m a cactus owl moon goat |
Drunk in the cemetery scratching out tombstones |
How am I still living? |
A paid in full Mercedes, yeah we ill whipping |
And son, I’m still sipping |
I’m always coming down off something |
Feels like I’m coming down with something |
All my friends say I’m on a path of destruction |
Well shh, all I can say is «fuck 'em» |