Lyrics Cult Of The Damned - Cult of The Damned, Lee Scott, Black Josh

Cult Of The Damned

I’m putting in the work, holey Hilfiger shirt
I shine me shoes even though they’re still filled with dirt
I’m not tryna' find a wife, where the groupies at?
And fuck a round of applause I make the booty clap
Hoes on me dick cause I look like Spooky Black
I’m a swegged out sewer rat schoolin' cats
Shooting crack like it’s only H, with me lowly mates
Claustrophobic in open space
Ram-Ell-Zee futuristic, Cold Crush retro
Get it poppin' like Diet Coke plus Mento
At a sleazy slow fuck tempo
I slap a Guardian reporter with a rolled up Echo
Fuck you pay me, black Patrick Swayze
I got your girl Dirty Dancin' on my pole naked
Five karats in my ear like Biggy Smalls' baby
Bad Boy like Diddy putting ice in my Bailey’s
Kanye gone crazy, the North West is my baby
My circle’s three sixty and you niggas can’t play me
You don’t want war so lie low surrender like Dido
Show your white flag got nine slags in my iPhone
All insecure and they hate it when they get ignored
Toe nails painted cause it’s what I got a fetish four
Ahead of my time we sag shit, you ain’t ready for
COTD you pussy boys are on your menopause
Money gripper fuck bitches in crystal slippers
Double dip her, Black and Decker driller, liquor sipper
Never tip a stripper, rapper bitches in my room on Insta
Only difference between me and Lee is I can say nigga, nigga
Ol' Dirty flow, God worthy, hold the Glock sturdy
Back to hefty kitty driller where’s my skrilla nigga?
fuck a hood rat
I’m a Master Splinter, putting trees in these hoes
Fuck a sprinter, Usain going insane turn your squad to sprinters
Heavy drinkin' drunken master, Sleazy F the pastor
Magnum wearer, Magnum drinker, back to slapping rappers
Lying, cheating, screaming Annunaki slash rasta pass the ganja
Only an eighth baked
Trippin' off the petroleum space cake diesel
Slippin' on your linoleum, acting like a pack the gauge or the Deagle
More lethal than American needles
Rock star, friend of the beatles, me, God, Jah and Lennon are equals
Angels hum when I enter cathedrals
Blunt resembling steeples spooning Nuns undressed in the fetal position lit
My Dick Dastardly got em' licking lips
Cause this hansom devil is evil with the D fool
C-O-T-D crew in this bitch, big Brick
Brick, Peli, Peli, syndicate kid very blitzed
Triangle reference triple six, double agent Winston Smith
I got my Cold Sag jumper sitting nice on your sis
Extra large and of course there’s no knickers underneath
It’s the high chief Stinker son
Come from off the balls you ain’t no Mystic Meg or else you would of seen the
future
Me hijacking all your goods for means of my amusement
Fuck a two’s blud, I want your whole food bag
Slummy’s got the rum I’m moving fuckery off this juice blud
Slummy’s got your honey cooking munchies for the crew son
Blah conglomerate niggas
Groupies run and nibble on my peanuts nigga
Pistacio Prince give your pounds to this prick
I ain’t giving back a penny no it’s Damned on your strip
Taking what I’m sellin', spending what I’m makin'
You see my house fuck bringing home the bacon
Steak and eggs, take your head, bitch make my bed
Listen hoe I’m a pimp I don’t pay for sex
Mouse traps and a bucket of fish, ducking the CID’s
Up in your crib, fucking your bitch
Nearly died last night but I’m cool so it don’t matter
Big somethin' by my side like Chewbacca
No choice, hustle or die
Life’s a bitch so I cum in her eye
Swamp rap’s got her weak in the head
Dumb bitch spent a week in my bed
Snap your neck have you seeing life from a different angle
He had to step all I left of him is a smoking boot
Filthy scoundrel with a triple barrel row a boat in a moat of booze
Built me castle out of broken vodka bottles
Cans of Holsten Pils I’m droppin' like a drunken chemist
Fucking leg it, I was going to say something deep you wouldn’t get it
Sever your skull and head it, meg ye'
Blood stained cold sag athletic sweater
You’re in a bad spot and it won’t be getting better
String a farmer up to a garbage truck when his harvest comes
If the cro’s grit, oh shit, I char him up
Then spark me carpet blunt with half a lung
Decked in all Cold Sag Athletic don’t sweat it, respect the throne
Peasants or else heads will roll
My life is like an endless fall from grace
With nettles and thorns on the way
Why I always keep a freshly rolled joint on display
Yo, happy days, stay toe tagging eighths, wait
I’m stoned out my face, pawning my brain for a quarter of haze
These are glorious days, all of them wasted
Oh what a shame, is what I thought I should say
The break is over, COTD we’re taking over again
I’m no saint, but I leave a fragrant odor, cause I bathe in doja
Scruffy vagrant stoner unabated roller
Stuck in the camp not talking to Frank
I’m a highly ranked piss head, my brains blank
I’m getting tanked, you’re cerebral cortex is getting shanked
Necking shots to suppress this alchy angst
So, fuck clean livin'' I been crooked since birth
My nation’s damned and cursed to self destruct with a thirst
I reach the pinnacle of success to choke at the last hurdle
I get legless like Hershel and torture frauds in my circle
It’s them, what the hook, Tony Broke’s back
You’re wack, so stop rapping and smoke crack
My killing jar is full but I can make room for you
I’m a one man super crew in a super crew