Poncho - Cult Mountain

Yo, swagging it, the school of life I’ve been wagging it

My boy Silk oil rich, he Bin Laden it

That green stuff, we still bagging it

24/7, 4−20, let the mandem in

All this cannabis got me looking Mandarin

Your main bitch my second bitch, call her Anne Boleyn

Got her strumming on my (uhh) like a mandolin

You’d think she make pottery the way she handle it

In this rapping ish we the main protagonists

Shorty on her knees like she catholic, that’s the shit

Money motivates my happiness, so I use unhappiness as a catalyst

Only when it’s not blues will I pass the spliff

Cause only when I’ve got blues am I passionate

I’m just a cracker with an attitude

I didn’t even try the shoe son it had to fit

Yeah, I get it, it’s all about the money now

Yeah, I get it, so I’m all about this money now

This ain’t even rapping

It’s a slow motion reenactment

And yeah you may have out done me

But you’ll never out dumb me

I’m funny like Al Bundy, there goes ya legs, how clumsy

Blade by Hattori Hanzo, caught at the lights like ya boy Alonso

Rest in peace Doctor Gonzo, keep the rum tucked underneath the orange poncho

Tell ya wifey suck my dick, pronto

She got legs like a horse, we can kick, Tonto

Get the memo, we making eggs or getting Ralphie Cifaretto’d

You should have known after this one, we branching out it’s like they only just

twigged on

We played pairs, you got six oned

Three times in a row, do the cig run

I wanna Bounty too, and a Mountain Dew

And don’t fuck it up, like that’s suttin you know how to do

I wanna Mountain Dew, too

And a cloudless June sky with a powder blue hew

Go, break your leg, if you do 'doe power through

I’m too high to pretend I’m down with you

I sip a 40 watching Rick and Morty

With a dumb blonde that does me thinking for me

While I pop me Ellesse jacket collar

Couple of bitches with me like Japa Dollar

A stupid mzungu, we so run through, fuck you

And excuse me while I chill in the sky

Then bring it down to earth to get head, eating a chicken karahi

That lazy cracker draped in Kappa

I’m Lord Jamars favourite rapper

I put the kids in daycare, while I chill at the pool with a red face

Except for where me shades were

Twisting me tash at the poker table, with a bundle of Di Nero

And the winning card under me sombrero

Fuck stress with no protection, we’re the dumb best to ever fail a drug test

Gimme a Mountain Dew three

And a crowd of groupies and an ounce of Blue Cheese

I’m on a Xanny with the Valium twist

Shouts to my cracker Trelly Trellz, I’m on my Champion shit, shit

I live in Cult Mountain, I got mega thots

And got my boy out in Cali, he hit Megan Fox

That’s real shit, it’s never not

I just ate a nine out before ten o’clock

Gringo with a beef taco

Tequila slammer like I don’t need a bladder

That scary cracker wearing Patta

Snoop Dogg’s my favourite actor

And everybody’s tryna fit in now so fuck the in crowd

I’m out to hit the in 'n' out

But then I’m back like I’m still about

I’m still on MSN bitch, ASL

Fuck your bitch, shit yeah I may as well

61−6 shit I’m raising hell

And I’m still in waiting my impending doom

But my new shit’s coming fairly soon

Yeah, I get it, it’s all about the money now

Yeah, I get it, so I’m all about this money now

Yeah, I get it, it’s all about the money now

Yeah, I get it, so I’m all about this money now