Join My Cult
Okay, look, my temper push to start
Numb to the pain, I pulled out my heart
Bitch I been pushing like shopping cart
Too many problems, where do I start?
I move in camo like bathing ape
I keep a blade if you make mistakes
Might make you pray but no saving grace
Niggas reptilian, niggas is snakes
I…could body your greats
Flirt with a MILF she gon’ feed me grapes
I finished everything on my plate
Now I want yours, I won’t ask, I take
I am impatient, I hate to wait
Y’all niggas figgidy-figgidy-fake
Might set you up if you bite the bait
If you feeling froggy then leap
I need to eat
I need to eat
Murder my, murder my necklace G
I’m cooking chaos, my recipe
I just might turn you to friendly ghost
I make it hard for these rappers to boast
Cap when you say that you’re doing the most
I turn these rappers to roast
Come test my demon
Kill every evening
She so obsessed when I bust in a condom that bitch tried to steal it
I need a reason
Please, give me a reason
He was alive when I pulled but when I left, he barely breathing
Rock the boat
Bitch, toss me throat
I’m off the blow
It help me cope
She got a black-hole in her throat
I could do porn the way I stroke
Inside my chest it’s so ice cold
She ride my dick like bicycle
Wallet so fat it need lipo
Don’t get ideas, I’ll pop your lightbulb
I don’t even know when last I wrote
Patty for president, bitch vote
How would you like to join my cult?
I am so hot, I make these hoes melt
I just might turn your boyfriend to a pelt
All she was doing was fixing my belt (Sike)
I need to eat
I need to eat
Murder my, murder my necklace G
I’m cooking chaos, my recipe
I just might turn you to friendly ghost
I make it hard for these rappers to boast
Cap when you say that you’re doing the most
I turn these rappers to roast
Come test my demon
Kill every evening
She so obsessed when I bust in a condom that bitch tried to steal it
I need a reason
Please, give me a reason
Sorry this tape would be out now but I had to add a verse to this beat quick
Look I know why you sneak diss me
‘Cause your team got my songs on repeat
You ain’t shit without PatrickxxLee
You’ll get that feature in your dreams
I set the bar when I’m on stage
Then you get on, they scream my name
Try me, you don’t wan' play this game
I know you’ll never shoot the fade
Rip your face off, you’ll be John Doe, I will
Snatch your soul out, leave you hollow, I will
What you drowning in that bottle? Sorrows
Pull up you won’t see tomorrow, try bro
Boy you must be suicidal or fried bro
I’m gon’ make you grip the bible, call 5-0
I’m your motherfucking idol, don’t lie bro
I’m gon’ make your ass go viral for dying bro
