Reduct - Cult Mountain, Milkavelli, sumgii

Leaky-leaks that’s my twin brother

Like fuck a whip, I got the bitch with the big bumper (skrr)

She got the fatty like the whip’s Hummer

She got the fatty, but I still let her friend suck my dick while I tit fuck her

I’m like a skinny, white Big Poppa

Bob London, I’ve been a pill popper

Skum with a «K», that’s for life Lee

Have you ever fuckin' pissed on a bitch cause you love her?

Yeah, I tick that box (tick tick)

You don’t have a clue the freaky shit I did as a younger

I keep my hoodie up in the middle of summer

I got scripts on deck, I’ve been trickin' the doctor

On a five drug minimum, feelin' like I’m winnin' an Oscar

But really I’m just trippin' with Oscar

Huh… I’ll give a bitch dick but won’t give her my number

I said I’ll give your bitch dick but won’t give her my number

So you better know that 616 is the number, motherfucker (sweg)

Shit, my neck’s feelin' cold ain’t it winter or nothin'

It’s that 456 in the mix

I’ve played ce-lo for big figures with big figures in TOPRA

Shouts to Miss Proper, I’m missing you proper

This long distance shit’s got me livin' improper

I’m in the mansion with the mob

But, we don’t listen to opera

I went to Arizona just to visit my little brother

He on his Pretty Flacko shit grippin' the chopper

My red Helly Hansen put the heli in copter

Russian blood put me on a drip and it’s vodka

Got sucker punched like a bitch by a boxer

Then rock me, pull the blade out, watched him sprint like an Olympian runner

Huh… I’ll give a bitch dick but won’t give her my number

I said I’ll give your bitch dick but won’t give her my number

So you better know that 616 is my number, mother--

Hip-hop died of boredom, this is a time of mourning

Rappers copy off me like I’m yawning

Fuck a pacifist, bitch, I’m tryna keep the beef alive like an animal rights

activist

I make it sound easy, cause it is

Fuck the biz, sniffing bath salts cut with whizz

And fuck you for what it’s worth

I’m the motherfuckin' man, like Papa Smurf

This is heartfelt, philosophical, conscious rap

I put Schrodinger in a box, and adopt his cat

Blah jar on me cap but I don’t tip it though

Gigolo, and just because it rhymes with bitch and hoe

I leave your wife howlin'

Let me text pH level sweg 9000, abandon ship

My moral compass is on some Bermuda Triangle shit

Lookin' at a wide angle picture of my mind as I trip

Through space and time, why you stayin' live?

My spirit animal is a high horse

When I interrupt ya, that’s the intervention of a divine force

The team’s rare like clean air

On Cult Mountain skiing in beach wear with bleached hair

Ralph on my bed and I’m sweggin'

Droppin' knowledge like Miss Teen USA 2007

Huh… I’ll give a bitch dick but won’t give her the number

I said I’ll give your bitch dick but won’t give her the number

She best believe 616 is the number, motherfucker

Yo, rain thunder

I bring the storm ???

I hate the summer cause of Wayne Wonder

Me and Satan go the same number (bring it bitch!)

Last night I smoked crack and became younger

That was one for the books

I’d like to read between the lines but I ain’t one for the books

Dressed in all white, we’re at one with the doves

Now everybody wants to be us (616 DVL Gang Cult Sweg Mafia)

I’mma keep it 3 hunna, like 300 (bang bang)

You dumb we dumber, that’s just the way it is

I put the «K» in «Swiss»

Catch me fuckin' Amber Rose on an eighth of whizz

Shit, I think I must be dreamin'

Keep it stum like Buster Keaton

DVL Gang, middle finger to the God Squad (fuck 'em!)

GoldenEye multiplayer I was Oddjob (me too, me three)