Cult Of The Damned — Ahem

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(Intro: BeTheGun)
Are you receiving this signal?
It’s important that you pay attention
(x2)

(Verse 1: BeTheGun)
Is anybody out there
Houston do I sound clear?
Are you reading me?
Change the frequency, blip, blip
How long have I been alone on this ship?
Pacing, waiting, suspended animation
Thinking, sketching, drawing up conclusions
B be beyond the infinite, get with it
Or get the fuck out the kitchen

(Verse 2: Milkavelli)
I blow stacks like Kovacs, the .2 version
I woke up feeling like a brand nеw person
I rent a flat for my alias and act miscellanеous
Random, secure the bag like it’s dangerous
Swinging a sword like Soulcalibur
Independent act so I act like my own manager
Run the track on my own and shows stamina
Bowl cut, look like I’m Toad or Noel Gallagher
Ay, Benihana lunch pack for school
Balenciaga logo make the dunce hat look cool
Like ay, swegg with an E double G
Morning, breakfast never tasted so sweet

(Verse 3: Salar)
It’s that C-O to The D
With the ki-lo of the die-sel on me
Who d’you know, Who d’you know
That can cane a week’s worth of Lucozade and beak
Then calmly lay asleep?
I suffer from trueness of grandeur
Put old GOATs out to pasture
Showboat with no anchor
«I don’t know» is your answer
My mantra is «fuck a mantra»
I’m most probably looking past ya
If you think I’m looking at ya
It’s Essy in the three-piece looking gangster
It wasn’t just my mother who said I’m looking dapper
No, I’m on some Neo rapper, The One son
You look some Cleopatra Comin’ Atcha!
Talk bags or I can’t understand ya

(Verse 4: Lee Scott)
I shun your crew, shrug and chew a motherfucking Bubbaloo
I introduce myself as who the fuck are you?
Sitting on me high horse huffin’ Wonderglue
Like whoop-de-doo, I shouldn’t judge you but I do
I’m on the ball and off the wall
Walk with me but don’t talk to me like I’m on a call
Discussing many topics from net to profit
With a stack of money for a phone and no credit on it
I’m getting on it like Bill in his younger days
Fuck a wage, rapping about making money pays!
So i stack paper with the Brick Pelican
The Greatest Mystery of All, you can have nature
I’m iller than anybody you’ve ever known
Getting done, whispering you secrets with a megaphone
I, I, I just want to be left alone
I wash me Maccies down with Stella when in Rome

(Verse 5: Sniff)
Yada, yada, Sniff whiter than your carbonara
Park the Lada like father you don’t want drama
Screaming «Lager, Lager» like it’s Underworld
Bucked this one chick but yo that’s someones girl
Finger blast the Tinder match quick fast
Went to Maccies took the pickle out my Big Mac
Rack two lines, sniff that
Two words for your baby momma, Slim Fast

(Verse 6: Black Josh)
Goin’ sick on this one bar loop, lupus
Hit the spliff like I have two deuces
Winter time sipping Summer Fruits juices
I’m still underground, above the ground, Lukas
My lighty’s like Stacey Dash; Clueless
I tie Balenciaga laces into nooses
Hatton Lab, hanging round with the cool kids
Running up a tab at the jewellers

(Verse 7: Stinkin Slumrok)
[TO BE FINISHED]