Lyrics Troll Rap - Cult Mountain, Milkavelli, sumgii

Troll Rap

Cold sagging like I’m stuck in a ditch
Troll rap, I wrote this verse under the bridge
Only god knows if I got a couple of kids
But ‘god' is ‘dog' backwards and I ain’t trusting a bitch
I ain’t a pimp but my shin splints
Gimme pimp limps
Sniff sniff, I always stay with Snowy, like Tin Tin
61−6 kid, stuck in the sin bin
Father all these rappers, call ‘em sonny, like Liston
On a Vallie mission, six Xannies in him
He’s a bad influence
Get your kids to quit hanging with him
Sick man winging off a six pack of Guinness
Slick mannerism, taking selfies mid-aneurysm
You think this is ignorant?
I am on some crack
This is heart-felt philosophical conscious rap
I went for a run but had to stop to nap
But the only problem with that is I’m an insomniac (so I didn’t)
My spirit animal is a zebracorn
Step aboard, but rest assured
You’ll never get to shore
I’m drinking dirty sprite in a Pepsi Porsche
With Lou Banga, bet cracker teeth look better than yours
My name’s Milk, check the «best before…»
I like my sauce with some extra sauce and some more
I’m in the Webster Hall
It’s rare I’m out in public
Ellesse shorts and a Ralphy bucket
Demi Moore gave me a semi this morning
I’ll write the greatest record but never record it
I’m sick, incredibly nauseous
But I’ll never actually die like Kenny McCormick
It’s 61 3+3 in the V.I.P.
till we D.I.E
We motherfucking flee times free in the V.I.P till we D.I.E
It’s 61 3+3 in the V.I.P.
till we D.I.E
We motherfucking flee times free in the V.I.P till we D.I.E
I’m on top like I plan to get collared
Apocalypse later, if I can be bothered
I’ll take whatever shrapnel when I’m offered
I was gonna walk and took a vallie and hovered
I’m not resting in bread
You can rest when you’re dead
Flicked you a crumb and kept the rest of the bread
And took your pennies and fled
I’m just a dick with a torso, some arms, legs and a head
Bitch, silence is golden
So shut the fuck up and let me get rich
Ate the duck and coughed the feathers up
Ate some shrooms and then I leveled up
I whisper sweet nothings in the shrubbery
Convinced that we can whirl away some money tree
Cause life is but a daydream
I’ve been stuck in the same mind state since, like, 8
It’s got me irate
Me, myself and I are the only motherfuckers that I rate
I’m the boss, bitch, on your knees
Be a doll and then kiss me koala-skin Wallabees
While I neck a three-litre
Show me the money, fuck a free feature
My other spirit animal is some undiscovered sea creature
61−6 spread the word like a street preacher
It’s 61 3+3 in the V.I.P.
till we D.I.E
We motherfucking flee times free in the V.I.P till we D.I.E
It’s 61 3+3 in the V.I.P.
till we D.I.E
We motherfucking flee times free in the V.I.P till we D.I.E
Yo, I set your hair alight and asked you «can you spare a light?»
Clever clogs, I’m never wrong but I’m rarely right
Stayed up for three days then got an early night
Me and Milkavelli in the cut, that’s a scary sight
Watching the best of Bernie Mack burning white
Certified benzo boy in the German ride
Got a pretty girly with the pearly eyes
But for me she keep it dirty like curly fries
With a Rustlers burger side with some turkey slides
That’s disgusting
Yeah, Gherkin-like
Keep it dumb like a nursery rhyme
Committed the perfect crime but never served the time (buss case!)
My spirit animal is a dodo
Sat in a hammock, puffing some home-grown (Jamaican shit)
Dab of the wax and I’m in the ozone
You some faggots, you live in Soho
Disagree, I’ll be jacking you for your polo
You think you’re men, then I’m jacking you for your polos
Feeling like I’m trapped in a snow globe
White boy, she in love with the coco
Keep it ride or die in the passenger’s side
When I walk, I don’t walk past you, I glide
Filling up the whip while flashing a light
I survived but everyone else happened to die
It’s 61 3+3 in the V.I.P.
till we D.I.E
We motherfucking flee times free in the V.I.P till we D.I.E
It’s 61 3+3 in the V.I.P.
till we D.I.E
We motherfucking flee times free in the V.I.P till we D.I.E