Queen Michael, $uicideboy$ - Cult II lyrics
[Queen Michael, $uicideboy$ - Cult II lyrics]
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
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