Salar - Cult of The Damned lyrics

[Lee Scott] [Lee Scott] 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 f** 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 f** tempo I slap a Guardian reporter with a rolled up Echo [Black Josh] f** 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 n***as 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 sh**, you ain't ready for COTD you p**y boys are on your menopause [Sleazy F Baby] Money gripper f** b**hes in crystal slippers Double dip her, Black and Decker driller, liquor sipper Never tip a stripper, rapper b**hes in my room on Insta Only difference between me and Lee is I can say n***a, n***a Ol' Dirty flow, God worthy, hold the Glock sturdy Back to hefty kitty driller where's my skrilla n***a? [I'm a Philly filler....?] f** a hood rat I'm a Master Splinter, putting trees in these hoes f** 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 pa** the ganja [Salar] 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 b**h, big Brick Brick, Peli, Peli, syndicate kid very blitzed Triangle reference triple six, double agent Winston Smith [Stinkin Slumrok] 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 f** a two's blud, I want your whole food bag Slummy's got the rum I'm moving f**ery off this juice blud Slummy's got your honey cooking munchies for the crew son Blah conglomerate [D-Lock??] n***as Groupies run and nibble on my peanuts n***a Pistacio Prince give your pounds to this prick I ain't giving back a penny no it's Damned on your strip [Bisk] Taking what I'm sellin', spending what I'm makin' You see my house f** bringing home the bacon Steak and eggs, take your head, b**h make my bed Listen hoe I'm a pimp I don't pay for s** Mouse traps and a bucket of fish, ducking the CID's Up in your crib, f**ing your b**h 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 b**h so I cum in her eye Swamp rap's got her weak in the head Dumb b**h spent a week in my bed [Bill Shakes] 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 f**ing 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 sh**, I char him up Then spark me carpet blunt with half a lung [King Grubb] 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 [Tony Broke] 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, f** 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 k**ing jar is full but I can make room for you I'm a one man super crew in a super crew