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cult of the damned – cold sag run marathon lyrics

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[verse 1: sly moon]
on a cold sag run marathon
need an extra hand to help me reach my bag of skunk
pack the blunt filled with blue berry cheese mixed with moon rock
and smoke it on your crews family’s roof tops

[verse 2: lee scott]
who rocks the party? i don’t rock the party
i’d rather cold sag run
too blocked, i’m hardly even breathin’
seein’ babies with their heads spinnin’ on the ceilin’ when i’m out of green and dreamin’

[verse 3: bill shakes]
lazy slob when i’m high, never washed in my life
can only be bothered breathin’ when i’m chongin’ on pipes
lost in a high, sound during rain cloud
munchin’ the ground, paralized from the waist down

[verse 4: sly moon]
un-corrupting with a private license plate
on my cain in a high stakes casino spendin’ loose change
with a few cute dames under my arms
puffin’ cigars, stuffin’ hundred chips in the cups of their bras

[verse 5: lee scott]
can barely lift my lips to smile
smoke a spliff ten minutes after the last one like it’s been a while
didn’t realize legs are meant for walkin’
slurring cause my inner dialogue speaks over me when i’m talkin’

[verse 6: bill shakes]
i blaze where no one’d ever take a stroll
make my trainers sole
crawlin’ brainless
i find tree stalks and blaze ’em
sleep talk to strangers
if i ain’t sagged in weed smoke i’m dangerous

[verse 7: sly moon]
finger tips blue and green from the cheese
it’s the mr. moon, first name sly, but who am i?
besides the point is this; i light a joint of grit, and die smokin’ in a violent coughin’ fit

[verse 8: lee scott]
my only aim is to smoke a tree, cold sag
satan wouldn’t even take my soul for free
poetry without motion, a low life
bringing those around down with me
eyes open, sound asleep

[verse 9: bill shakes]
ground my t–th down to the gum
pill facein’, throw like bill baileys out on the run
steal modes of transport, awkward stand stone
mad broke, snortin’ c0ke through stolen bank notes

[verse 10: sly moon]
with my hands open waiting for the payout
or go plat’ for cold saggin’ night and the day out
children of the d-mned in the house
cold sag runnin’ on your grandmother’s couch

[verse 11: lee scott]
the same old misery guts
wanna take a stoll? have a problem liftin’ a foot
f-ck doing my own dirty work
i’m usually stoned in a bad way
my whole home is an ashtray

[verse 12: bill shakes]
i prefer to sleep, never learned to speak
communicate with slurs and rude hand gestures
two grand necklace
removed from the chest of your wife
put fear in your life, bailin’ out with no gears on my bike

[chorus]
sly moon: ain’t nothin’ but a cold sag run, a 24 hour cold sag run
bill shakes: ain’t nothin’ like a cold sag run, a 24 hour cold sag run
lee scott: ain’t nothin’ but a cold sag run, a 24 hour cold sag run

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