Wot Jah Mean - Cult Mountain, Milkavelli, sumgii

Yo, I just want to be a millionaire and have brilliant hair

61−6 initialled on my silverware

Less is more, I think I’m rich when I’m poor

6 million ways to die, let’s suggest some more

Impresario, modern day Lafario

I suggest we work on falling off and see how far we go

I’m someone you should never trust

Doing oxies in the toilet on the MegaBus

Off the Geiger meter

«Nice to meet ya» is something I would say if it was nice to meet ya

But it isn’t

I’m the shit, just admit it

Lukey bought your bitch a hooptie just to fuck her in it

Cult Mountain partisan

I’m like a chair with a missing leg, I’m hard to stand

Balling out on half a gram

Turned up, dancing on your grave like Carlton Banks

Wot yah mean?

Wot yah mean?

It ain’t complicated kid, it’s really kind of simple

Wot yah mean?

Wot yah mean?

Cruising in the whip, 61−6 bumping out the window

At least I’m writing rhymes to this

Sniffing line, committing crime music

Don’t temp me cause I might do it

Pussy all wet

Imma glide right through it

Then I’m back about like I hang around

B.K.

from the shanty town

Rocks my hand-me-downs

But that’s my little brother so fuck it

We swap bitches like it’s nothing

Fuck these bitches, no rubbers

If he got it, I got it

If I got it, he got it

Means the whole team got it

That’s cause the whole team hit it

That’s the G code that’s the real team spirit

Smells like teen spirit

Feeling Kurt Cobainish, cocainish

A-class on the A-list

Outrageous

Trainers ain’t got no laces

Laigon till I die

All my skaters carrying razors

Do you know what a switchblade is

Cause I know where your ribcage is

And you know what a flick knife is

Cause I know where your windpipe is

Wot yah mean?

Wot yah mean?

It ain’t complicated kid, it’s really kind of simple

Wot yah mean?

Wot yah mean?

Cruising in the whip, 61−6 bumping out the window

I’m looking at your green with envy

Cause your glass is half full

Mine’s completely empty

I’ll find a way to explain meself but it would help

If I even knew what I was trynna say

The sky is gey

A broken clock is wrong 86 398 times a day

To the second

I’m stepping on the third grid

It couldn’t get any worse kid

What can I say?

I’m an optimist / scientologist / freelance gynecologist

I’m deadpan like Ryan Gosling is

Pissed cause my can of Ting’s lost its fizz

Apart from that I’d say I’ve got a gift

I make music for the office lift

Fuck champagne, I’m popping crisps

When I take a seat

Yeah, you can make me a plate but I won’t stay to eat

Wot yah mean?

Wot yah mean?

It ain’t complicated kid, it’s really kind of simple

Wot yah mean?

Wot yah mean?

Cruising in the whip, 61−6 bumping out the window