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Gung Foo
Cult of the Damned
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Yo I kick, twist a spliff spark it
Hit it like the target, embers on the carpet
Leave 'em burnt holes like your ma's crib
While you listen to us barrin' with the hardest
Instrumentation on a zany bar binge
Black lungs, I got a Cali pack where my heart is
I ain't playin' games, you can't use a Sega with this cartridge
Loaded up and tearing through your archers, human carcass
Pollute your harvest, food's a bargain, pub bash for you to party
Starvin', got a load on my plate
I'm sick, I don't know what I've ate
I'm throwin' up both my middle fingers in your face
Bitch, you got a deal, this ain't a date
Safe, you thought we were but we ain't
Far from a saint, the YSL t-shirt on me fake
That's a young swag lord, bootleg that we made
A man in dreamin' of Californian flay
I'm struttin' like Money Mike
I cut your kite strings and pin down
The butterfly's wings just in case
Now teach me some shit I can unlearn
Went to paradise, got this blisterin' sunburn
And some Camel Lights, duty free, not Asda price
You ain't schoolin' me, I'm Schoolly D
Due to all these women and this whiskey I've been drinkin'
I forgot which one it is I was subliminally dissin'
You love us but we hate you
I freebase glue and scream over your records like DJ Clue, clue
Rock Gucci like I'm bougie but I'm a cheapskate too
They're like, "You got that shit off milk for free, mate?"
True, I make the type of shit to turn your green day blue
If we break through then it's fucked up for everybody
You better lock me in a room and pray for doomsday, mate
Ayo, you ain't shit to Mr Sly
Give you shit advice, don't be thinkin' twice
Price on my head is minus a pence
Climbing your fence to commit a violent offence
My mind is possessed
There ain't no time in this life to repent
Yo, I ain't writing ahead, uh
Don't know the alphabet but got my eyes on your zed
Gettin' high to forget my life is a mess
It's the cycle that never ends (Never)
All I need is ยฃ9 and I can get a Benz
Dressed like a tramp settin' trends
Me and this can of Kesh coulda the best of friends
Guess it's Tequila tonight so we couldn't get away
Plus that line-up on my mirror eloquent, I ain't tryna wait
Got a peng ting, big batty, matching waist
While you pussyholes still watchin' actin' waste
Yeah you know that it be slummy, scummy
Swamp dweller huntin' honeys
But I'm more on maximising all my money
So I'm out here with the coke
Gotta get in boat, gotta sell the dope
Gotta sell your boat or something that could tingle up that nose
Like whoa, all up in your system like flow
Got your sister whippin' up the bros
Every owd knows I done poked her in the (Ah)
'Cause the ghouli he be getting kinda loose
I'm a cold psych right now 'cause there's nothing else to do
Apart from empty out your pockets, now the fool
I'm with the gang, don't try fuckin' up the mood
Nah, talkin' ain't the option you should choose
And yes I do wrong tryna get right
Get right so much there's no left side
Late night, two hour drive for some tech and I slept twice
And did it all with no headlights
Let's call that all a test drive
I got stopped for the, told the officer
I'm used to drivin' on the left side
I don't know how I was let slide
Red eyes and a pint in the whip, no red stripe
Baby I'm just tryna get high
I don't mean hello and that is why I said bye
Live your best life, I'll just live and let die
Roger Moore, baby I want some more
Vans print on my pill when I'm bouncin' off the wall
Shit, lock your doors
Shout Johnny Ford but fuck the Ford
I'm in a Honda Accord, I just wanna record
I introduced myself as the one with rebellion
Your shit's played out, keep calm and carry on
Evaded bobbies from to Dandenong
Godly, the rap paragon, cult propaganda song
The mastodon, mammasplabs get chonked
Head blasted off at the shoulders and sat upon
Been sky high for years now, ain't landed once
Freestyle, I hear voices and rap along
I see it now, front page in classic font
The king's in town, me in the crown with a tree in my mouth
Tell you freeze a crowd and leave with your spouse
So you need to watch out like beetles about
Smokin' trees like I don't believe in the drought
Taxin' Gs for dirty money and cleanin' 'em out
Don't get caught slippin'
I kick the bucket as you go to hit it
It's Brush for your broken spirit
Talk is cheap like Max Capps
Muppets throw big 'uns and I see 'em back track
Yeah, I fiend for fat slabs
Tear it, be a bastard, can't hear your wax dabs
Uh, in the Fiat hatchback
Fold in your bed like a Nokia flat pack
Uh, guaranteed the last laugh
Taxin' cream from fat cats and cheese from rats rat, uh
Booze and drugs, shrooms and dust
You can die son, I'll vacuum it up
Yeah, link with dinner time, sink a pint
Cold psych run and sniff the finish line
If you're going to try, go all the way
Otherwise don't even start
This could mean losing girlfriends, wives, relatives, jobs
Or maybe your mind
It could mean not eating for three or four days
It could mean freezing on a park bench
It could mean jail
It could mean derision
It could mean mockery, isolation
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Isolation is the gift
All the others are a test of your endurance
Of how much you really want to do it
And you'll do it
Despite rejection and the worst odds
And it will be better than anything else you can imagine
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