Connect 4 - Cult of The Damned, Lee Scott, Salar

Lookin' like a real pimp with this bad bitch, what?

What?

I’m on some other shit

Northern monkey rugged shit

Who the fuck you fuckin' with?

Not me you fuckin' prick

Bird’s are going down south

Who let the hounds out?

Who downed the loud mouth?

With a swift round house then bounced out

Stop crying no one cares

Fruit cake, go home, grow a pair

Old navy, still gravy tho'

Bill Bailey 'fro

Ill fellatio off a crazy hoe named Stacy, yo (what's happening Stacy?)

My stone cold stare got Medusa stoned

Thought you had it figured out, but the figures were off

If you did it for a job, you live in a box

People think that i’m odd

But don’t know the kinda shit that i’m on

Only talk to myself and listen to god

Brick Pelli Posse Syndicate squad

Speakin' ill to the cops, the pigs, the filth, the plod, the fuzz

Got the drugs hid in my sock

Got the goods when I drop on the mic

Kill me off — not on your life

I knock knock surprise and put a dot on your eye

Options are finite, not in my right mind

Fill a swimming pool up with vodka and sky dive

You only live once but I died twice

Rise and shine blaze a spliff in my casket

I ain’t Ticketmaster, I ain’t givin' passes

Ignant bastards, ridiculous standards

What’s happenin?

I’m hanging like a chrysalis saggin'

Fuck the population like FTP

Cucamonga cracker killer MVP — it’s Lee

Patta tracky with the vintage Ellesse T

You spent a g on your swag while I sweg for free

With the team in toe

Speedcross on me feet, creeping slow, though

I know everything I need to know

About everything I need to know

So don’t gimme your 2 cents just keep the dough

And don’t, blow it all in the same shop

I plot at the top and watch you fall like a rain drop

You were finally on the ball and the game stopped

Got your foot in the door but it’s chain-locked

I’m on the other side, I tried to open me mind

But it smelt like something died

I rock shades just in case you have a bright idea

Why move — I can live the life right here

I’m raw like recording a porno score

On a 414, with a 404

Waving a 4−4 at your wardrobe door

Ring your neck and wonder why you don’t call no more

Bitches are crying

Demanding this dick I’m supplying

I got the wood and I got the iron

You think I’m playing Golf though and lyin'

Till you see S cold roll in the Volvo in slow-mo

With the 44

I like the white and I’m love with the coco

You’re goin' on like Billy big bollocks but ya bitch textin' pics to me phone

though

Very, rich with the mojo, let’s settle this in the dojo

Henny sip and I’m loco

Brick Peli clique is very lit, hit every chick in the throat-hole

Then I’m cold sagging with the Cult chattin' shit

It’s so laughin' but check

S is with a madam in a horse and wagon — sweg

Fuck a Phantom, in the carriage holding her legs up, when we’re shaggin'

Get to the mansion, she brought some friends

I brought the gang gang in

Honeys lapdancin' and Can-Can'n

This beat got me feeling like I’m gangbangin'

Kidda wanna kick that funky shit with the kid?

I’ll Van Damme him but listen

Linked her Leeds, she was into a g

Gave me kisses for free, I gave her that vitamin D

The girl is classy and far from easy

Wants that nourishing love

Told her «dinner's on me… literally»

SLEAZY… that's me middle name

Had her hittin' the high notes and singing, in the rain

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