616 - Cult Mountain

Yo, Nautica swimming shorts

Conducting a full piece orchestra, with an oar

In a storm

Went for a swim, and accidentally snorkeled to Singapore

I heard peace and love’s overrated

So I sacked it off, on the basis that I made it

Love the way I mumble when I say shit

Fuck being humble, I’m amazing

I wear my Gucci goggles like a bracelet

Too many chains yo

Plus I can’t skewiff the halo

See, what do they know?

I’m on fire like WACO

Fuck it, I’m taking Trellphies with a pill face

I’m rare, like Dr. Pepper milkshake

And I know what you will say

But I’mma rewrite what your will says

(Where you at son?) I’m up there like Jimmy Lovell

Half blind but my aim like William Tell

Clinch the game with a late winner

I’m just here to save the day like Ace Rimmer

I’m on the road to greatness

But I’m about as motivated as a coma patient

Getting money, I’m about that

I even got the P. Diddy mouse mat

6, 1, 6, Cult Mountain all up in your---bitch

6, 1, 6, Cult Mountain all up in your---bitch

I’m smoking buddha in the Uber

My grill moonlit, I’m trill lunar

Voices in my head saying 'Kill Super'

While I’m singing to my six-shooter (la-di-da)

No, I don’t live in the States

But I’ll dump your body down by the Michigan Lake

Nah, I ain’t feeling your wave

I ain’t digging it, but shit, if you give me a spade

Then I can dig you a grave

Son of Sam at the Summerjam

With a couple grand in a rubber band

Tryna make it rain but it’s sunny and

I think I’m in Tellytubby land, so fuck it

I’m still the grooviest chauvinist from the Soviets

Smoking that potent odorous

Zoning like it’s an opiate

Get high, yeah you know that I’m smoking it right?

All of this polo is white

I’m glowing like sodium lights

I’m taking selfies with my dick out

On the toilet tryna get the shit out

I mean my music (double meaning)

All my Ralphie five finger discount

Your girl rides my dick then she dismounts (and beat me to it)

I get my greasy spoon on

Tell a bitch to leave my futon, she’s sleeping too long

The bitch needs to move on

Diss my bitch and get a new one, cause she cooked my food wrong, uh

6, 1, 6, Cult Mountain all up in your---bitch

6, 1, 6, Cult Mountain all up in your---bitch

I burn a tree and give your bird a third degree

I don’t worship the devil, the devil worships me

I’m a trained croc killer that could tame Godzilla

Puffing a high grade lung filler with a gallon of rum

I’m macking your mum

It was getting hot, so I hock tu 'n spat at the sun

Like bitch, feed me 'til I’m fatter than Pun

I’m arrogant plus stupid with a capital dumb

I’m Ruud like Van Nistelrooy

Headphones in the opera house listening to Tity Boi

There’s an infinite void where me brain was

I’m too busy offending ya’s to say soz

Coming through with a crew of buttoned hoodlums

I don’t even shed a tear when I’m cutting onions

I don’t know what you expected bitch, at best I’m ignant

It is what it is unless it isn’t

He’yare, have a stripe for your plight

I haggle like several Camel Lights for your wife

I’ve seen the Cool As Ice movie twice

I’m stupid nice

Giving up and coming crews advice

Like fuck a job, peddle drugs and rob

Don’t trust me like a muzzled dog

Have you consulted god to stand on this mountain, laa?

Like mama-say, mama-sa, man I macked your ma

Mama-say, mama-sa, man I macked your ma

Mama-say, mama-sa, man I macked your ma

Mama-say, mama-sa, man I macked your ma