Gezuntight - Black Josh, Cult Mountain

Yo it’s Black Josh, name can’t change like an anagram

You can bank on it, that I want my cash in hand

Gimme a thousand pound sterling not a bag of sand

What you niggas really know about our Manny man?

Nothing much but let me get you in touch

People say I’m selfish cause I’m never giving a fuck

I got a virgin strap in the trap and it’s ready to bust

At any pussyole, if they start fucking with us

I’m up in the hood but nothing goes over my head

I’m too high, like Red and Meth, might black out rolling the peng

I’m caught in habits that I do over and over again

I die hard and the bitch getting deep throated to death

With smoke on my chest, my cousin’s got O’s of the best

My attitude stinks, my shit’s got you holding your breath

I tell a bitch to shut her mouth and then open her legs

I’ve been pimping like Mike Epps, take note of the sweg

I’m from rainy Manchester so I stay dipped in North Face

Scally white chav, lighting splabs in the hallway

Bad son of anarchy couldn’t care what the law states

I wore a TN tracksuit to my Crown Court case

I’m out all night and sleep all day

I spark a hour like it’s my forte

I fuck her right in the pussy, no foreplay

Yeah it’s rapture, I drop jewels till my balls ache

Yo, woke up feeling like a million euros

Went to the barber’s like «give me some cornrows»

I just Tommy Hilfiger’d my wardrobe

Now I’m on the set of a brazilian porno

I ain’t trynna win an award show

Unless it’s eight figures or more, though

I’ll be underwater spitting in Morse code

Only Lord knows why the kiddo was born slow

Bugging out in dull weather in a wool sweater

Chilling underneath a Peach Lipton’s umbrella

You think you get drugs but my plug’s better

Now I’m done with your bitch, you can come get her

Now all I need is this last four

I swap a bar of cheese for a passport

Hack down a tree with a hacksaw

Stashed the P’s and had to leave through the back door

I just did a hundred lines of cocaine

King of snow, Keyser Söze

My blood’s codeine with methazine

Got this vampire bitch getting very lean

Delirious, had a couple seizures that were serious

Fuck the doctor, I ain’t hearing shit

Unless you write a script with the refill with it

Tell a bitch to say ‘Aah' and put an E pill in it

Straight mack, I’m just laid back with it

Ain’t got a V in my name just cause A$VP did it

Last time in Paris used to straight faggots with

Like Robbie Williams shit

Take that and give me light

I tell your bitch she can take that dick

I’m too blasé with it

You suck a dick if fucking Kanye did it

Too blasé with it

You’d probably suck a dick if your boy Kanye did it

Shit, zoom in that Park Lane living, bars ain’t switching

Pull up to the rave and park the R.A.

in it

Now I’m in a car chase whipping from the police

Nah, I was in the arcade, tripping

I’m 3rd degree burned-out

Always forgetting shit and tracking back like Dirk Kuyt

A couple of chicken-heads in my birdhouse

Release the dove and let them birds out

Fuck bitches like a porn actor

Smoking cigarettes to cure cancer

Rocking Nike hoodies, sipping polish beers

Just do it, very slowly over years

I’m the center of the universe

Fuck trying, I’m literally trynna do me worst

I’m the new Willard Smith

The pill crumbs in me spliff (got me ??? the shit)

I drift often to a deep state of «I don’t really give a hell»

That drunken ignorant infidel

I chip your style and sit and smile

Sipping mild ale

I tell you I’m the shit without fail

I’m off the Kardashev scale

I bailed to the dark side to stay

And hell is just a car ride away

Chilling with Hendrix and Hicks

With a keg and a bitch

Broke but in ten drinks, I’m fixed

Pissed, scuba diving in river Styx

What’s that got to do with the price of a pick ‘n' mix?

Wise guy, once bitten, 666 times shy

Gob spitting on your bitch clique while I’m sky high

I pry your mind’s eye open and slam it shut like «Goodnight»

Squinting in the sunlight

Tourists, taking selfies with lizards walking upright