Cult 45 - Shredders, Sims, P.O.S.

Gangster ass home

Rat killer

Torn because I identify

Cap peeler

Trap filler

Weighs mind

Chilled really tho

Spill a little wine

Blood a Jesus got em faded

Prolly need a little body Christ

Mad gluten tho

Ripin into a camel light (instead)

Caughing shit up

Spit a lung into the bitter night

Faith is not a thing I do

Space is kind of all I need

Prolly break a thing or two

Not too good for the work, but that’s the tip of the berg

Then he bunny hop the curb and he flip em the bird

Put the money where the words from, called in stoned

But he keeps getting checks like keys, wallet, phone

Fuck, fuck, forgot, I’m on that more than ever

The kid a heavy shredder

By any measure couldn’t feel any better

Get out-smoked

And turn an ouch to an ouch joke

Turn a house to a house boat

If it feels good to you

If it feels good to you

If it feels good to you

Do what you like

Right, do what you like

If it feels good to you

If it feels good to you

If it feels good to you

Do what you like

Right, do what you like

I’m sure it’s fine

Livin whatever forever until I flatline

Yeah, catch a ton a breeze

Catch a ton a hell, catch a ton a Z’s

And it ain’t hard either (it ain’t)

Nah, batch a something sweet

Catch em, kill em, cook em (up)

And it ain’t hard either

Grave yard feeder

Since birth

The pace car a beater

A base loss-leader by some way lost geezer

So we paved our kilometers, bing

It’s the ace card keeper

Kid 8 bar eater

Stick game like Jeter, bada boom

Ain’t gotta say a thing

I mean the dude paid his dues

But he never paid the vig

Plan looking like the Bay of Pigs

All I did was play the gig

Did it big from a to zig

Zig zigalla, no big sing along

No oochie wally wally

Just Fugazi and some ollies and a jolly roger

Ay live in concert

But with big no sponsors

Ay we gotta make it sizzzz like an onomatopoeia

I’m on another eon, beyond a number

You see i’m not the one

But if i’m being honest

I see that one you under

You should rock with us

Do what you gotta gotta