Fuck 'Em - Cult Mountain, Milkavelli, sumgii

Yo, I took a xan, ended up in Japan

Bitch I’m the man, double cup in my hand

I’m straight floating like a rubber duck in a bath

Plus your bitch wanna fuck with me bad

Hashtag sad, cuz I don’t wanna fuck with her back

I’m just try’na double up on my cash

Cuz it’s all about the moolah baby

I’m fresh in this bitch like a newborn baby

So put me in my pram

Damn, dark demeanor

Wash the blood stains out with the carpet cleaner

Woke up face down in the salami pizza

After eating xannie bars and drinking margaritas

(plus I’m leaning)

I just sipped half a litre

Parked the Beemer straight through the fucking parking meter

Form the Kama Sutra on your mamacita out in Argentina

It’s give or take if she’ll make it, heart procedure

Fuck 'em (x4)

Uh, worthless, I don’t even wanna serve a purpose

If I wrote some deep shit you’d only hear the curses

So fuck life, let’s blame sherman churches

Trippy like Hey Vern, It’s Ernest

Cold blooded with burning urges

Got loudmouth scally birds in burkas

I get lean and topple a building

This is not for the children

I found Wally and killed him

Got several major malfunctions

From a council estate based around Butlins

Rapping like I might’ve done it before

Get me foot in the door

And rob your house for extra money on tour

Got magic like a magician with a wand

Crisis loan hold music, whistling along

Like dole scum with a brass sipping gold rum

Why you so glum?

I don’t want beef unless it’s ho fun

Don’t cum until she asks

Talk more shit than Nick Diaz

See the bizzies and we’re duckin'

Had something else to say but… fuck 'em

Scumbag, pick my nose in public

While I’m picking dog hairs out my frozen yoghurt

Sixty-one-six, I know you heard of us

You can catch me eating popcorn on a persian rug

I’m just try’na sell meds in my pyjamas

Trap from my bed and take a jet to the Bahamas

Got the funk and I’m sweggin' on 'em

That’s very often

Skum with a 'k' and that 'k' is for ketamine

Knocking on death’s door like, «Can somebody let me in?»

Like please somebody let me in

My death rings a bell but why the fuck is there no bell to ring?

I’m a cactus owl moon goat

Drunk in the cemetery scratching out tombstones

How am I still living?

A paid in full Mercedes, yeah we ill whipping

And son, I’m still sipping

I’m always coming down off something

Feels like I’m coming down with something

All my friends say I’m on a path of destruction

Well shh, all I can say is «fuck 'em»