cult of the damned – connect 4 lyrics
[bill shakes]
sh-t hot, iced out, (?)
lookin’ like a real pimp with this bad b-tch, what?
what? i’m on some other sh-t
northern monkey rugged sh-t
who the f-ck you f-ckin’ with?
not me you f-ckin’ pr-ck
bird’s are going down south
who let the hounds out?
who downed the loud mouth?
with a swift round house then bounced out
stop crying no one cares
fruit cake, go home, grow a pair
old navy, still gravy tho’
bill bailey ‘fro
ill f-ll-tio off a crazy hoe named stacy, yo (what’s happening stacy?)
my stone cold stare got medusa stoned
[king grubb]
thought you had it figured out, but the figures were off
if you did it for a job, you live in a box
people think that i’m odd
but don’t know the kinda sh-t that i’m on
only talk to myself and listen to god
brick pelli posse syndicate squad
speakin’ ill to the cops, the pigs, the filth, the plod, the fuzz
got the drugs hid in my sock
got the goods when i drop on the mic
k!ll me off – not on your life
i knock knock surprise and put a dot on your eye
options are finite, not in my right mind
fill a swimming pool up with vodka and sky dive
you only live once but i died twice
rise and shine blaze a spliff in my casket
i ain’t ticketmaster, i ain’t givin’ p-sses
ignant b-st-rds, ridiculous standards
what’s happenin?
i’m hanging like a chrysalis saggin’
[lee scott]
f-ck the population like ftp
cucamonga cracker k!ller mvp – it’s lee
patta tracky with the vintage ellesse t
you spent a g on your swag while i sweg for free
with the team in toe
speedcross on me feet, creeping slow, though
i know everything i need to know
about everything i need to know
so don’t gimme your 2 cents just keep the dough
and don’t, blow it all in the same shop
i plot at the top and watch you fall like a rain drop
you were finally on the ball and the game stopped
got your foot in the door but it’s chain-locked
i’m on the other side, i tried to open me mind
but it smelt like something died
i rock shades just in case you have a bright idea
why move – i can live the life right here
i’m raw like recording a p-rno score
on a 414, with a 404
waving a 4-4 at your wardrobe door
ring your neck and wonder why you don’t call no more
[salar]
b-tches are crying
demanding this d-ck i’m supplying
i got the wood and i got the iron
you think i’m playing golf though and lyin’
till you see s cold roll in the volvo in slow-mo
with the 44
i like the white and i’m love with the coco
you’re goin’ on like billy big b-ll-cks but ya b-tch textin’ pics to me phone though
very, rich with the mojo, let’s settle this in the dojo
henny sip and i’m loco
brick peli clique is very lit, hit every chick in the throat-hole
then i’m cold sagging with the cult chattin’ sh-t
it’s so laughin’ but check
s is with a madam in a horse and wagon – sweg
f-ck a phantom, in the carriage holding her legs up, when we’re sh-ggin’
get to the mansion, she brought some friends
i brought the gang gang in
honeys lapdancin’ and can-can’n
this beat got me feeling like i’m g-ngb-ngin’
kidda wanna kick that funky sh-t with the kid?
i’ll van damme him but listen
linked her leeds, she was into a g
gave me kisses for free, i gave her that vitamin d
the girl is cl-ssy and far from easy
wants that nourishing love
told her “dinner’s on me… literally”
sleazy…that’s me middle name
had her hittin’ the high notes and singing, in the rain
uh
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