Music Video
Troll Rap
Top Songs By Cult Mountain
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Cult Mountain
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jedediah Dugdale
Composer
Oliver Phipps
Songwriter
Lee Lewis
Songwriter
Luke Velerio-Depledge
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Sumgii
Producer
Lyrics
Cold sagging like I’m stuck in a ditch (molly!)
Troll rap, I wrote this verse under the bridge (molly!)
Only god knows if I got a couple of kids
But ‘god’ is ‘dog’ backwards and I ain’t trusting a bitch
I ain’t a pimp but my shin splints, gimme pimp limps
Sniff sniff, I always stay with Snowy, like Tin Tin
61-6 kid, stuck in the sin bin
Father all these rappers, call ‘em Sonny, like Liston
On a Vallie mission, six Xannies in him
He’s a bad influence, get your kids to quit hanging with him
Sick man winging off a six pack of Guinness
Slick mannerism, taking selfies mid-aneurysm
You think this is ignorant? Well, I am on some crack
This is heart-felt philosophical conscious rap (nah mean?)
I went for a run but had to stop to nap (zzz)
But the only problem with that is I’m an insomniac (so I didn’t)
My spirit animal is a zebracorn
Step aboard, but rest assured you’ll never get to shore
I’m drinking dirty Sprite in a Pepsi Porsche
With Lou Banga, bet our cracker teeth look better than yours
My name’s Milk, check the “best before…”
I like my sauce with some extra sauce and some more (wheel it up)
I’m in the Webster Hall
It’s rare I’m out in public
Ellesse shorts and a Ralphy bucket (sweg)
Demi Moore gave me a semi this morning
I’ll write the greatest record but never record it
I’m sick, but incredibly nauseous
But I’ll never actually die like Kenny McCormick
Bitch
It's 61 3+3 in the V.I.P. till we D-I-E
We motherfucking flee times free in the V.I.P till we D-I-E
It's 61 3+3 in the V.I.P. till we D-I-E
We motherfucking flee times free in the V.I.P till we D-I-E
I’m on top like I plan to get collared
Apocalypse later, if I can be bothered
I’ll take whatever shrapnel I’m offered
I was gonna walk and took a Vallie and hovered
I’m not resting in bread, you can rest when you’re dead
Flicked you a crumb and kept the rest of the bread
Then took your pennies and fled
I’m just a dick with a torso, some arms, legs and a head
Bitch, silence is golden
So shut the fuck up and let me get rich
Eat the duck and coughed the feathers up
Eat some shrooms and then I leveled up
I whisper sweet nothings in the shrubbery
Convinced the weeping willow it's a money tree
Cause life is but a daydream
I’ve been stuck in the same mindstate since, like, 8
It’s got me irate
Me, myself and I are the only motherfuckers that I rate
I’m the boss, bitch on your knees
Be a doll and then kiss me koala-skin Wallabees
While I neck a three-litre
Show me the money, fuck a free feature
My other spirit animal is some undiscovered sea creature
61-6 spread the word like a street preacher
It's 61 3+3 in the V.I.P. till we D-I-E
We motherfucking flee times free in the V.I.P till we D-I-E
It's 61 3+3 in the V.I.P. till we D-I-E
We motherfucking flee times free in the V.I.P till we D-I-E
Yo, I set your hair alight then ask you “can you spare a light?”
Clever clogs, I’m never wrong but I’m rarely right (dumb)
Stayed up for three days then got an early night
Me and Milkavelli in the cut, that’s a scary sight
Watching the best of Bernie Mac, burning white
Certified benzo boy in the German ride
Got a purdy girly with the pearly eyes
But for me she keep it dirty like curly fries
With a Rustlers burger side and some turkey slides
That’s disgusting, yeah, gherkin-like
Keep it dumb like a nursery rhyme
Committed the perfect crime but never served the time (buss case!)
My spirit animal is a dodo
Sat in a hammock, puffing some home-grown (Jamaican shit)
Dab of the wax and I’m in the ozone
You some faggots, you live in Soho
Disagree, I’ll be jacking you for your Polo (yo give me that)
You think you’re mint, then I’m jacking you for your Polos
Feeling like I’m trapped in a snow globe (tap tap tap)
White boy, she in love with the coco
Keep a ride or die in the passenger’s side
When I walk, I don’t walk past you, I glide (sheen)
Filling up the whip while flashing a light
I survived but everyone else happened to die
It's 61 3+3 in the V.I.P. till we D-I-E
We motherfucking flee times free in the V.I.P till we D-I-E
It's 61 3+3 in the V.I.P. till we D-I-E
We motherfucking flee times free in the V.I.P till we D-I-E
Written by: Jedediah Dugdale, Lee Lewis, Luke Velerio-Depledge, Oliver Phipps
