Cult Of The Damned - Cult of The Damned, Lee Scott, Black Josh

I’m putting in the work, holey Hilfiger shirt

I shine me shoes even though they’re still filled with dirt

I’m not tryna' find a wife, where the groupies at?

And fuck a round of applause I make the booty clap

Hoes on me dick cause I look like Spooky Black

I’m a swegged out sewer rat schoolin' cats

Shooting crack like it’s only H, with me lowly mates

Claustrophobic in open space

Ram-Ell-Zee futuristic, Cold Crush retro

Get it poppin' like Diet Coke plus Mento

At a sleazy slow fuck tempo

I slap a Guardian reporter with a rolled up Echo

Fuck you pay me, black Patrick Swayze

I got your girl Dirty Dancin' on my pole naked

Five karats in my ear like Biggy Smalls' baby

Bad Boy like Diddy putting ice in my Bailey’s

Kanye gone crazy, the North West is my baby

My circle’s three sixty and you niggas can’t play me

You don’t want war so lie low surrender like Dido

Show your white flag got nine slags in my iPhone

All insecure and they hate it when they get ignored

Toe nails painted cause it’s what I got a fetish four

Ahead of my time we sag shit, you ain’t ready for

COTD you pussy boys are on your menopause

Money gripper fuck bitches in crystal slippers

Double dip her, Black and Decker driller, liquor sipper

Never tip a stripper, rapper bitches in my room on Insta

Only difference between me and Lee is I can say nigga, nigga

Ol' Dirty flow, God worthy, hold the Glock sturdy

Back to hefty kitty driller where’s my skrilla nigga?

fuck a hood rat

I’m a Master Splinter, putting trees in these hoes

Fuck a sprinter, Usain going insane turn your squad to sprinters

Heavy drinkin' drunken master, Sleazy F the pastor

Magnum wearer, Magnum drinker, back to slapping rappers

Lying, cheating, screaming Annunaki slash rasta pass the ganja

Only an eighth baked

Trippin' off the petroleum space cake diesel

Slippin' on your linoleum, acting like a pack the gauge or the Deagle

More lethal than American needles

Rock star, friend of the beatles, me, God, Jah and Lennon are equals

Angels hum when I enter cathedrals

Blunt resembling steeples spooning Nuns undressed in the fetal position lit

My Dick Dastardly got em' licking lips

Cause this hansom devil is evil with the D fool

C-O-T-D crew in this bitch, big Brick

Brick, Peli, Peli, syndicate kid very blitzed

Triangle reference triple six, double agent Winston Smith

I got my Cold Sag jumper sitting nice on your sis

Extra large and of course there’s no knickers underneath

It’s the high chief Stinker son

Come from off the balls you ain’t no Mystic Meg or else you would of seen the

future

Me hijacking all your goods for means of my amusement

Fuck a two’s blud, I want your whole food bag

Slummy’s got the rum I’m moving fuckery off this juice blud

Slummy’s got your honey cooking munchies for the crew son

Blah conglomerate niggas

Groupies run and nibble on my peanuts nigga

Pistacio Prince give your pounds to this prick

I ain’t giving back a penny no it’s Damned on your strip

Taking what I’m sellin', spending what I’m makin'

You see my house fuck bringing home the bacon

Steak and eggs, take your head, bitch make my bed

Listen hoe I’m a pimp I don’t pay for sex

Mouse traps and a bucket of fish, ducking the CID’s

Up in your crib, fucking your bitch

Nearly died last night but I’m cool so it don’t matter

Big somethin' by my side like Chewbacca

No choice, hustle or die

Life’s a bitch so I cum in her eye

Swamp rap’s got her weak in the head

Dumb bitch spent a week in my bed

Snap your neck have you seeing life from a different angle

He had to step all I left of him is a smoking boot

Filthy scoundrel with a triple barrel row a boat in a moat of booze

Built me castle out of broken vodka bottles

Cans of Holsten Pils I’m droppin' like a drunken chemist

Fucking leg it, I was going to say something deep you wouldn’t get it

Sever your skull and head it, meg ye'

Blood stained cold sag athletic sweater

You’re in a bad spot and it won’t be getting better

String a farmer up to a garbage truck when his harvest comes

If the cro’s grit, oh shit, I char him up

Then spark me carpet blunt with half a lung

Decked in all Cold Sag Athletic don’t sweat it, respect the throne

Peasants or else heads will roll

My life is like an endless fall from grace

With nettles and thorns on the way

Why I always keep a freshly rolled joint on display

Yo, happy days, stay toe tagging eighths, wait

I’m stoned out my face, pawning my brain for a quarter of haze

These are glorious days, all of them wasted

Oh what a shame, is what I thought I should say

The break is over, COTD we’re taking over again

I’m no saint, but I leave a fragrant odor, cause I bathe in doja

Scruffy vagrant stoner unabated roller

Stuck in the camp not talking to Frank

I’m a highly ranked piss head, my brains blank

I’m getting tanked, you’re cerebral cortex is getting shanked

Necking shots to suppress this alchy angst

So, fuck clean livin'' I been crooked since birth

My nation’s damned and cursed to self destruct with a thirst

I reach the pinnacle of success to choke at the last hurdle

I get legless like Hershel and torture frauds in my circle

It’s them, what the hook, Tony Broke’s back

You’re wack, so stop rapping and smoke crack

My killing jar is full but I can make room for you

I’m a one man super crew in a super crew