Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Spell It Out , by - Cult Mountain. Release date: 28.06.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Spell It Out |
| Ya, ya, ya, ya, one two one two |
| Ya, ya ya, uh (pscht, skrrt) |
| Yuh, eh |
| I flick the god channel on |
| Then I hit the remote |
| This is Christian rap |
| Sharing a Spliff with a Pope |
| You think you’re the goat |
| I turn you into a coat |
| I’m just try’na get a grip |
| But that’s a slippery slope |
| Life’s an ignorant joke |
| I’m too ignorant to get |
| I slip and kill ya pet with a dead goldfish’s intellect |
| I meditate on a mountain like I’m living in Tibet |
| Then I set meself alight and lit a cigarette |
| I stumble through a verse impatient as a |
| Accidentally triple spin kick you in the neck |
| I lift the chicken breast, then I hit your pigeon chest |
| Clean me act up, but me kitchens still a mess |
| I’m as thick as a plank, with an enormous IQ |
| I’m gone with the wind, cause me chain weighs more than I do |
| Throwing up blood, but I ain’t talking Piru |
| I’m speaking the truth, but you’ve all been lied to |
| I’m not sorry if I fucked up |
| You wan’t my help |
| Well I would but |
| Fuckin thumbs up, middle finger |
| Dumb struck, know I love to hate |
| But I ain’t love much, nah |
| Pinky ring cutting off my circulation |
| Gucci sweatband pricy persperation |
| Scars on my skin like it’s dermal abrasion |
| Who you calling bruv? |
| I ain’t ya first relation |
| Swinging round the world now the globe is shaking |
| Just enough gold to be worth my waiting |
| It was worth the waiting |
| Just enough time to exert my patience like |
| Choker chain cutting on my resperation |
| Hockey mask and a sweater feel like I’m fucking Jason |
| I lit a cigarette in a petrol station |
| Yeah iI’m too sick iI need my medication |
| Devil Gang but I ain’t a friend of Satan |
| My birds spinning round in a circle like she |
| Been a little while since I checked the basement |
| I wasn’t even in the crib when the feds were raiding, like |
| I’m not sorry if I fucked up |
| You wan’t my help |
| Well I would but |
| Fuckin thumbs up, middle finger |
| Dumb struck, know I love to hate |
| But I ain’t love much, nah |
| I am Trellion retired, slept for a thousand years |
| But still I’ve never been this tired |
| No amount of drugs could get him any higher |
| Than I am already, damaged Trelly |
| Swegging on an adversary |
| Bitches ass and titties on, Halle Berry |
| Ninety Nine, dripping like a 99 |
| I’m thinking that it might be time |
| Maybe I should (I dunno) |
| Fuck it, back to selling crack |
| Keep it on me never lack |
| Milli rock to hell and back |
| Pockets still on Jenny’s sack |
| What’s good? |
| Look love, long as you can cook good |
| Look good and suck good, fuck love |
| I’m not sorry if I fucked up |
| You wan’t my help |
| Well I would but |
| Fuckin thumbs up, middle finger |
| Dumb struck, know I love to hate |
| But I ain’t love much, nah |