Spell It Out - Cult Mountain

Ya, ya, ya, ya, one two one two

Ya, ya ya, uh (pscht, skrrt)

Yuh, eh

I flick the god channel on

Then I hit the remote

This is Christian rap

Sharing a Spliff with a Pope

You think you’re the goat

I turn you into a coat

I’m just try’na get a grip

But that’s a slippery slope

Life’s an ignorant joke

I’m too ignorant to get

I slip and kill ya pet with a dead goldfish’s intellect

I meditate on a mountain like I’m living in Tibet

Then I set meself alight and lit a cigarette

I stumble through a verse impatient as a

Accidentally triple spin kick you in the neck

I lift the chicken breast, then I hit your pigeon chest

Clean me act up, but me kitchens still a mess

I’m as thick as a plank, with an enormous IQ

I’m gone with the wind, cause me chain weighs more than I do

Throwing up blood, but I ain’t talking Piru

I’m speaking the truth, but you’ve all been lied to

I’m not sorry if I fucked up

You wan’t my help

Well I would but

Fuckin thumbs up, middle finger

Dumb struck, know I love to hate

But I ain’t love much, nah

Pinky ring cutting off my circulation

Gucci sweatband pricy persperation

Scars on my skin like it’s dermal abrasion

Who you calling bruv?

I ain’t ya first relation

Swinging round the world now the globe is shaking

Just enough gold to be worth my waiting

It was worth the waiting

Just enough time to exert my patience like

Choker chain cutting on my resperation

Hockey mask and a sweater feel like I’m fucking Jason

I lit a cigarette in a petrol station

Yeah iI’m too sick iI need my medication

Devil Gang but I ain’t a friend of Satan

My birds spinning round in a circle like she

Been a little while since I checked the basement

I wasn’t even in the crib when the feds were raiding, like

I’m not sorry if I fucked up

You wan’t my help

Well I would but

Fuckin thumbs up, middle finger

Dumb struck, know I love to hate

But I ain’t love much, nah

I am Trellion retired, slept for a thousand years

But still I’ve never been this tired

No amount of drugs could get him any higher

Than I am already, damaged Trelly

Swegging on an adversary

Bitches ass and titties on, Halle Berry

Ninety Nine, dripping like a 99

I’m thinking that it might be time

Maybe I should (I dunno)

Fuck it, back to selling crack

Keep it on me never lack

Milli rock to hell and back

Pockets still on Jenny’s sack

What’s good?

Look love, long as you can cook good

Look good and suck good, fuck love

I’m not sorry if I fucked up

You wan’t my help

Well I would but

Fuckin thumbs up, middle finger

Dumb struck, know I love to hate

But I ain’t love much, nah