Lyrics Worship - Cult of The Damned, Tony Broke, Sniff

Worship

Look up in the sky, it’s a bird, it’s a plane
No it’s Tony Broke falling from the clouds with the rain
Ask no questions, I pick your brain
Let me digest what you manifest as sane
Its not me, yeah you got me, like Erykah
I kidnap the editor and bitch slap the messenger
For peddling fake news, I neck booze
And wait for these devils to make moves
I’m two drunken steps ahead on me last braincell
In the background, left for dead
On my ABC’s in this World War Z
Recite the alphabet backwards walkin' on one leg
Then I switch forms like a Azazel
Fallin', crawlin' gnawin' through the mic cable
Like a rodent with a gold tooth
Speeding down the road to hell crashin' thru the tollbooth
I stay droopy with Grubb
2 bad bitches looking boujee as fuck
Uh, never go bed in my jewellery
But I had to check before I lit the dooby
It’s not true, its based loosely
On a night I spent with your sister Lucy
They say I’m good but live unruly
Played a part in the movie
Like the script suits me
All star Hollywood cast
Sniff good Hollywood off Hollywood ass
Stop spittin' its obvi you’re wack
DVL never reference God in a rap
Uh, yeah you bitches better pay Sniffy
I’m in the cut sipping Haig whiskey
Rider cost a couple grand
Repping Cult of The Damned with a gun in my hand
I’m big coin like the money hungry Hannibal Lecter
Protect Salar at all costs, nah I’m the protector
Nobody’s perfect but I’m a perfecter
From my findings I conclude that perfection is attainable
The only constant is change, and that’s unchangeable
Went from groupie hoes to proper lady folk
In boujee clothes, my crew be those who appear in studios
And attend very important business meetings in Carluccio’s
Like 'tis the season, catch me in the lincoln schemin'
Between bouts of Tibetan rhythmic breathing
I go on days out with me inner demon
Might take your face out won’t give a reason
Or take your dame out and give her feelings
That she won’t be receiving, the pimp flow
Is cold like the river region, in the winter wheezing
In the Canada Goose in England but still as freezing
I infiltrate your party
Dripped to my veins with Bacardi
I ain’t forget you used to wear the Ed Hardy
Im here to take it all like Mugabe
And play piano in the palace like Liberace
All i do is chill, strap L’s
Keep the bolt-cutters in case all else fails
My mate’s telling me that «you're not well»
I ain’t got to say nothin' for my record to sell
C-L, wow, Slim Papa
Dropped the .5 in the pint of the lager
I get the bag and then depart like ta-ta
Hide away in Spain, lower frames, say nada
Really though i never ever been lost
You better talk nice when you talk to a boss
You move more when you lower the costs
Really C never seeing a loss, yeah
Call up CL, leave fassys peeled, that’s on the real
My deal be your whole meal and cut the spiel
It’s grime, my brain it feel like jellied eel
I’m fried, the sky is teal, we smoke a field
On their knees, they know it’s Rok
They want the drill, they kneel, they see the king
I come with TL, the ganja’s sealed, it’s on the DL
But I smoke it right in front of your face
Cloud of smoke and I pong at the waist
Now babylon give me the chase
I get away but I ain’t running away
Welcome to London today
Reporting live it be Slummy
The someone who just hijacked your honey
(Show want money) but she ain’t gonna get shit from me
Neck snappin' like a crash test dummy
The Big Lebowski in the Audi
Yeah, leave his innards out I still got villains round me
Drunken master, sweg like an alchy
One eye on the pistol like I’m Mike Wazowski
Monsters INC, it’s not what you think
Dressed like I’m Pinky bitch I’m pimpin' in the pink
Heard your album, couldn’t get jiggy with the shit
I got some b on me, feeling like Jigga on the strip
Not a verse it’s a simple soliloquy you prick
I’m Dillian Whyte with the gloves and they ain’t even peeped the flip
Play the field, I’m Willy Beaman in the bits
Derek Jeter, beat the beater if they beefin' with the six
Shrooms, LSD, lack of sleep I’m hallucinating
I thought I seen you winning but I was mistaken
I’m putting the food on the table and broccoli what I’m blazin'
Sore throat, smoke a L, still shouting out Laigon
Cauliflower eat when your head what we been creatin'
Hungry, greedy, craving, still I ain’t bringing home the bacon
Never been too patient but the plug has finally got me waitin'
Valium got me lazy, can’t be assed to send your payment
Sweg Lawd, Sweg Lawd!
What you telling me?
Driving a nine bar to Leeds drunk off Hennessy
In the kitchen doing cooking lessons/chemistry
And crack the recipe, chef and leave you out dead on street
Bitch you’re not my pedigree
Take a triple dose of H and wait down in hell for me
Bro you ain’t an OG you’re elderly
DVLGNG demon with an angel that fell for me