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 QueenMichael, bitch I'm scheming on you, bitch I'm coming for your clique And I ain't fucking with them bitches nigga We own this fucking sick shit This scary fucking witch shit This scary fucking bitch tip I'm 'bout to fucking write yo' shit And kill a bitch then do a dip I hit a fucking 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 fucking slice ya i did knife ya 'Cause I really fucking like ya Yeah, I really fucking like ya She's a bitch she's on that sick shit A fucking 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 fucking army Come to my house, bitch The punch is on the table Not fucking now, bitch We'll save it all for later Save it all for later We'll save it all for later Don't fucking play ya Might fucking cut you with a knife or a taser $uicide $uicide Fuck 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 fucking $ui- $uicide And we coming for your fucking cliques $loth $uicide for life My third eye will 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 fuck 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 fucking 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 motherfucker crawling Out the grave my soul would never say fuck In that dirty ditch, where I fucking 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 fucking 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