Cult II lyrics

[Intro: Queen Michael & Carey Burtt]
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, b*tch
I'm scheming on you, b*tch
I'm coming for your clique
And I ain't f*cking with them b*tches n*gga

[Verse 1: Queen Michael]
We own this f*cking sick sh*t
This scary f*cking witch sh*t
This scary f*cking b*tch tip
I'm 'bout to f*cking write yo' sh*t
And kill a b*tch
Then do a dip
I hit a f*cking split
Up on my spaceship
Yeah, a white witch
And a sick b*tch
And a twisted hoe
Out the front door
With a razor
I might taze ya
Or f*cking slice ya
I did knife ya
'Cause I really f*cking like ya
Yeah, I really f*cking like ya
[Chorus: Queen_Michael]
She's a b*tch
She's on that sick sh*t
A f*cking white witch

[Verse 2: Queen_Michael]
Hop up in the car
Going to a party
Yeah boy
This sh*t's really gnarly!
Everybody knows me
Everybody loves me
So start a f*cking army
Come to my house, b*tch
The punch is on the table
Not f*cking now, b*tch
We'll save it all for later

[Chorus: Queen_Michael]
Save it all for later
We'll save it all for later
Don't f*cking play ya
Might f*cking cut you with a knife or a taser

[Interlude: Queen_Michael]
$uicide
$uicide
f*ck that sh*t, we going genocide
[Verse 3: Queen_Michael]
$UICIDEBOY$ on the suicide tip
It's genocide, b*tch
And we killing all yo cliques
And we f*ckin' on yo b*tches
And we f*ckin' with they sh*t
My nose ain't runnin'
b*tch, we straight sc*mmin'
Oh sh*t, what's that smell?
That's the green, green [?]

[Interlude: Queen_Michael & $lick $loth]
$uicide
$uicide, b*tch
$uicide
b*tch, don't f*cking [?]
$ui- $uicide
And we coming for your f*cking cliques
$loth

[Verse 4: $lick $loth]
$uicide for life
My third eye will always see the six
Got the revolver to my head
59 'till I'm deceased, b*tch
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*ck
Lickin' dope up off the pan, by the gram
Pop them xans
Five middle fingers on my motherf*ckin' hand
Know some robbers, killers, bunch of pill poppers
Couple shotters, chrome copper
Just to kill a f*cking 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, b*tch
[Verse 5: Ruby da Cherry]
I'm the dead motherf*cker crawlin' out the grave
My soul was never safe, f*ck the bed
In that dirty ditch, where I f*cking lay, b*tch
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, b*tch
Never standin' tall, more like
Layin' down in the ground
Let me fall
Hold on, I got another call from the f*ckin' Devil
Satan's waitin', time to go back In my kennel, ho

[Outro: Undefined Source]
I will die for the cult
I will kill for the cult
I love you