Cult II

LETRA

Cult II

Now, don't you want to become a cult leader?
Don't you want devoted followers?
Who leave their families for you?
Give their money to you?
Give their bodies to you?
Give up their lives for you?
And will kill for you?
Hey, what are you guys doing in there?
Do you wanna go to a party?
Yeah
It's Queen_Michael, bitch
I'm scheming on you, bitch
I'm coming for your clique
And I ain't fuc*** with them bitches ni***

We own this fuc*** sick shit
This scary fuc*** [?} shit
This scary fuc*** bitch tip
I'm 'bout to fuc*** write yo' shit
And kill a bitch
Then do a dip
I hit a fuc*** split
Up on my spaceship
Yeah, a white witch
And a sick bitch
And a twisted hoe
Out the front door
With a razor
I might tase ya
Or fuc*** slice ya
I did knife ya
'Cause I really fuc*** like ya
Yeah, I really fuc*** like ya

She's a bitch
She's on that sick shit
A fuc*** white witch

Hop up in the car
Going to a party
Yeah boy
This shit's really gnarly!
Everybody knows me
Everybody loves me
So start a fuc*** army
Come to my house, bitch
The punch is on the table
Not fuc*** now, bitch
We'll save it all for later

Save it all for later
We'll save it all for later
Don't fuc*** play ya
Might fuc*** cut you with a knife or a taser

$uicide
$uicide
F*** that shit, we going genocide

$UICIDEBOY$ on the suicide tip
It's genocide, bitch
And we killing all yo cliques
And we fuckin' on yo bitches
And we fuckin' with they shit
My nose ain't runnin'
Bitch, we straight scummin'
Oh shit, what's that smell?
That's the green green elf

$uicide
$uicide, bitch
$uicide
Bitch, don't fuc***
$ui- $uicide
And we coming for your fuc*** cliques
$loth

$uicide for life
My third [?] always see the six
Got the revolver to my head
59 'till I'm deceased, bitch
Chopper on the low (low)
Heron on the stove (stove)
Mary on my lips (lips)
Cocaine in my nose
Ain't got no bands
I'm broke as f***
Lickin' dope up off the pan by the gram
Pop them xans
Five middle fingers on my motherfuckin' hand
Know some robbers, killers, bunch of pill poppers
Couple shotters, chrome copper
Just to kill a fuc*** copper
See, I'm Tony with the Tommy speaking tongues
Killin' them one by one
Crack up in my subs
.45 tucked up in my trunk
Crack up in my subs
.45 tucked up in my trunk, bitch

I'm the dead motherfuc*** crawling out the grave
My soul would never say f***
In that dirty ditch, where I fuc*** lay, bitch
Who's gonna come and save the day?
Give me the gun, give me the blade
Give me the noose, give me the chainsaw
[?] on my murder weapon, kill 'em all, bitch
Never standing tall, more like
Laying down in the ground
Let me fall
Hold on I got another call from the fuc*** devil
Satan's waiting, time to go back
In my candle, hoe

I will die for the cult
I will kill for the cult
I love you