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cult of the damned – wth lyrics

[verse 1: lee scott]
i’m chillin’ in my head
‘cos that’s where most of my friends live
grimy as h+ll but my clothes are expensive
it’s just something that we do
a hoodie under a hoodie, put me in gq
i’m gonna do something but i wish i knew when
i’m unbreakable like the nokia 5210
my greatness isn’t self proclaimed, they forced it upon me
i’d rather be a normal mortal than godly
i hit you in the face with the drum kit
drop knowledge just to make some sp+ce for this dumb sh+t
low concentration, it’s blah, fool
i misspell my own record label like ja rule
and scream murder on a love song intro
at the wrong tempo
a drunk gringo
i make my own rules
and then i break them
like a dotty hammer to a bus window

[verse 2: black josh]
i don’t pay attention just to consequences
middle finger in their face ‘cos i don’t want their friendship
was lighting weed off burning bridges when they got offended
attacking them in the field, they’re playing on defensive
i’m on a council estate, billin’ it up
so shout my brothers grafting, steel in the gut
or the belly of the beast where there’s people going missing for fun
escapism or they ran into [?]
yeah, it’s h+ll in the streets
yeah, they know me for that raw
‘cos i drop the rawest bars, break ’em down and snort ’em
what i’m drawing and pouring has got ’em nauseous
i’m sick with it, they’re regurgitating things we brought yous
i ain’t schooling kids i sent ’em borstal
my sweg immortal
i’m going fiji via portal
[?] lawful
sent underground ‘cos my h+rns grew
on my eye, not hiding who i am like what you all do
[hook: black josh] x2
sick in the head and these meds make me sicker
sitting in bed with a z and a stripper
sip a jim beam and this weed help me simmer
kidder, it’s the blah boys, get scrilla

[verse 3: milkavelli]
i’m a winner like koby
my advice to you is live quick and die slowly
napkin tucked in, i eat my dinner like tony
i walk with some tigers, now i’m feeling like mowgli
my costa cup got some coffee in it now, like wow
and what’s that shock thing all about?
i had a soul but lost it in the alps off piste
tryna carve turns with crossed skis, i stack
made a stack to pay some tax on it
one vapourmax, i get some wax and take a dab off it
stepped in, i got treats for all
‘cos it’s time to deliver a pizza ball
vans on and i’m p+ssed
p+ssing off the wall
middle of the mosh pit, i’m sitting on the floor
cross legged, compulsive, obsessively
impuslsive, i shop recklessly

[verse 4: barebase]
and i’m the one who shot kennedy
despite what the cia may say, two shots, it was me
no one makes the jump first time
except that time i made the jump the first time
long+legged, athletic, immacculate
with an aesthetic no one can predict
or pin down with any kind of accuracy
i’m bad with it. now let that sit
i never touch the cracks in the pavement, it’s bad luck
i learned that in the playground from the ground up
the one punch knockout king, in the ring
i got the meanest left hook, you ain’t even seen my swing
bang, flash, got the front page smash
i’m at the stadium and no one even notices, i’m crazy like that
speeding down the highway, ciggarettes is on the dash
light me one, i’ll tell ya how
[hook: black josh] x2
sick in the head and these meds make me sicker
sitting in bed with a z and a stripper
sip a jim beam and this weed help me simmer
kidder, it’s the blah boys, get scrilla

- cult of the damned lyrics

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