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cult of the damned - pelican phonetics كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1: king grubb]
paper round, havin’ thirty plus kid emcees must of been born with an extreme shame deficiency
back stuck to the wall because i pinned you up with a (?)
visit several pubs on a crawl while i’m on the run from the law
(?) from my b-lls
i’m anti-(?)
your rhymes are weak, your beats don’t induce a single toe tap
we’re full phat, obese, metabolically challenged
modesty’s badly overrated, that’s why i say sh-t like im the greatest on a daily basis
atten’s a-list
while you’re on some naff nafco basics trainers
a f-kin’ bunch of scr-t-m ticklers in posin’ pictures
with a crew of token b-tches
all that emotion, k!ll it
i open st-tches
i hope im on the train that runs you over
cosmic soda in your cola
no ones colder
b-tch slappin’ you when you’re in a coma

[chorus]
the b-r-i-c-k sp-ce p to the e-l-i-c-a-n (4x)

[verse 2: lee scott]
suck a d-ck, hoe it’s lee scott
monkey-flip rappers over treetops
custom fit fist for your grid
cracked limbs broke
b-tch show respect to these n-u-t’s
and feel you’be been blessed when you leave
what happened to good old decent hatred
i stuff em in to a f-ckin’ ern (?) been cremated
starvin’, plate, empty
make, origami shapes out a one dimensional emcee
(?) finds heavan is empty
h-ll is boiling over the brim, i walk slow with a limp
a zombie, taking small strides with a bent leg
i woke up on the wrong side of my death bed
so, shut your piehole when i stroll past so caj
like an awkward barber, call me doctor scott
a, -ssasain with a lack of honor
the suicide atom bomber
the maradona of rap infact
crush rocks to pouder
illin’, sniffin bigger white lines than robbie fowler
believe in god great neighbor pal
start preyin’ now
i’m holdin’ sweeney todd’s streight razor, and an unreasonable grudge
i ask them if they’re havin’ fun kneeling in their blood and guts as i deliver scalpal uppercuts
and other such manuvers, then dump them in the f-ckin’ sewers

[chorus]
the b-r-i-c-k sp-ce p to the e-l-i-c-a-n (4x)

- cult of the damned

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