Cult Mountain - SMFDB 2.616 BETA lyrics

[lyrics originally transcripted by jimmy dyna & etze] [Milkavelli] 616 Gang I'm speedballing out of pure boredom I'm a free man, low down like we the four horsemen Two litre, Imma pour four in But that ain't enough for me I pour four more in I eat big, you got a small portion You're all talking sh** but that's all talking So put your money where your mouth is I got the 18-carat grills No George Foreman Holy bible hollow with some sins in it Tick tick, all of a sudden all of my ‘scripts finish You know I'm nice when my skin itches Drug afflicted in this punk like Sid Vicious So, girls, s** my s** pistol Ain't trynna hear about your friend's issues Stop acting soggy like a wet tissue Cause I ain't trying to f**ing french kiss you - sh** You silly girl, don't take me for Curman 616 i'm painting that Damien Hirst sh** I'm just trynna take an excursion On my tally ship from kids that only right pledge if they're virgins [?] B.O.B. spreading like aids, that's for certain You think I'm weird? Well I'm stranger in person Alien version You know the status, roll with skaters Hold' em razors that'll open your face like a curtain It may be disturbing Pain is love but it's a no love thing and that pain will be hurtin' 61-6 in the Mercedes, we swerving Benzo boy like I'm made by the Germans Tick tick, tick tick boom! Tick tick s** my f**ing dick b**h 2 [Trellion] Yo s** my f**ing dick b**h, part deux s** my f**ing dick b**h, harder Why'd you pull it out? You just started Imma finish in your mouth, b**h, regardless I'm swagging on ‘em like a second nature I'm stepping on ‘em like an escalator Devil Gang, yeah, we stay sinnin' We got love for b**hes but we hate women (syke) Every morning I commute to Bromley (why?) Just to scoop your mumsy in a Gucci onesie (oh) Be her second best they accuse me wrongly Two words to describe the kid, stupid honkey White boy getting money now It's funny how now everybody wanna dumb it down (wow) I've been ignorant since infant school And I ain't changed one bit, now ignorance is cool? Well Imma keep doing me, kiddo For a sack of blue cheese and some free liquor (tell'em) Yeah I got three sisters (but what?) But that ain't gonna change how I treat b**hes Disagree, you get sparked out Got an ounce of coke, let's do half now Amount of times I nearly died? sh**, I can't count I might look like the Count but I can't count My rap style's AIDS-ridden -good times- I'm in the range getting brain in it You're about to fly as a clay pigeon I'm the reason there's a plane missing -sorry- Tick tick, tick tick boom! Tick tick s** my f**ing dick b**h 2 [Lee Scott] Took a posh bid [?] to the crack spot f**in lung weared [?], I'm the man, what? Live life like there's no dues left to pay {I don't see nothing wrong} with a little meth and yay Yeay, all me troubles went away, ey When I'm coming up it's going down, like the Electric Brae Stay scheming while you're daydreaming of a better day Think of something dead clever, that's what I was meant to say I'm the opposite of precautious Hunched over like osteoporosis when I wrote this Stupid genius, it was struggle in six ??? I turn your wife material into a dead woman On the Old J for the whole day while you sip water I'm innocent like KoJey, no way Smell of chicken lo mein cologne man I set my white trash mullet back with propane And chew a cigar like the Man with No Name Towing a stolen car with a dookie-rope chain In a busted truck running on booze and c**aine Shameless, break us down and we on lane There isn't a benefit I won't claim Smash through on this money, dance on Soul Train No pain, just gain Who you're speaking to? I'm electrifying like a people's elbow on a Pikachu Ain't not the same, me and you, I'm on some other sh** Loving the sh** Your motherf**in' mother's s**ing my dick Tick tick, tick tick boom! Tick tick SMFDB 2