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[intro: jim jones]
love is the only weapon! sh-t! bullsh-t! martin luther king died with love. kennedy died talking about something he couldn’t even understand, some kind of generalized love, and he never even backed it up! he’s shot down! bullsh-t, love is the only weapon with which i’ve got to fight’! i got a h-ll of a lot of weapons to fight! i got my claws, i got cutlasses, i got guns, i got dynamite! i got a h-ll of a lot to fight! i’ll fight! i’ll fight! ohh! i will fight! i will fight! i will fight! i will fight!

[chorus]
this is real cult sh-t so don’t perpetrate b-tch
if you disrespect my clique i’m gon’ empty the clip
this is real cult sh-t so don’t perpetrate b-tch
if you disrespect my clique i’m gon’ empty the clip
bang bang! let them bullets fly right through his frame
bang bang! let them bullets fly right through his frame
if you disrespect my clique i’m gon’ empty the clip
if you disrespect my clique i’m gon’ empty the clip
[verse 1: bl–dy ruckus]
step inside of the darkness, taking your family like i’m jimmy jones
sending some d-ck pics off to my mom to let her know that i became grown
wearing my mask over with my black hoodie, i’m packing a hanger along with some lotion
r.i.p. ’til it get blue, i’m still giving out abortions (ho!)
precious moments stolen from out the crypt like a thief in the night
look behind, not alone, magnified bone follow us in the mask out to save your own life
look up at the preacher like i k!lled anthony soprano
f-ck up with the violent sh-t but end up full of hollows (d-mn!)
n-gga do a middle trigger adjourn you both for murking round here
like i’m dracula i’m gonna bury you tomorrow
i’m carrying my curse, get ’em lurking in he-rs-s like a secret mob (mob!)
open your mouth like you first and you too drink our bleach like amanda todd
trinkets made from nipples, welcome to my f-cking state
where people end up on a hook and later on a dinner plate
my life is like gerald turner, i will hack up your kids with a rusty meat cleaver
n0body will know in the name of anubis, get rid of the bodies for i am your teacher
and if you’re desperate for this life and really want some peace
bless your newborn child with some cyanide and fall asleep

[chorus]
this is real cult sh-t so don’t perpetrate b-tch
if you disrespect my clique i’m gon’ empty the clip
this is real cult sh-t so don’t perpetrate b-tch
if you disrespect my clique i’m gon’ empty the clip
bang bang! let them bullets fly right through his frame
bang bang! let them bullets fly right through his frame
if you disrespect my clique i’m gon’ empty the clip
if you disrespect my clique i’m gon’ empty the clip
[verse 2: s.a.w. da ghozt]
my mask gone, my mind gone and i’m starting to feel the sin
i’m looking through your window, i can see your wife and kids
they bodies melt ’cause i’m tripping bad and i feel ripped off and i’m f-cking mad
and that stupid earth, man, f-ck my birth
i can feel the curse and it’s getting worse
my thoughts disperse and the demons enter
i talk to a man by the name of slender
he says be real, don’t be a pretender
i grab a banger, i c-ck it back
i shoot the dead and i f-ckin’ laugh
ha ha ha! i’m a madman, some kind of cult leader
rockin’ a trenchcoat and mask, people always ask why i seek revenge
’cause the pain’s nonstop and my light is dim
i’m the son i forgot and i’m down to shoot
any punk-ass flake talking sh-t in a booth
as the youth pursues and the voices follow
my soul from my chest and my mind is hollow
i ain’t the one to f-ck with, put your chest out ’cause your man is destined
to lose it all, you won’t gain it back
now get the f-ck out my town ‘fore you handicapped
f-ck your swagger rap and its g-y agenda
walk alone, i don’t need disciples
switchblade and fist, b-tch, f-ck your rifles
ways of old not rubberb-lls
hallowed hooks on top of rook
i’m a madman, i’m an empty vessel
probably hang myself on a f-cking trestle
[chorus]
this is real cult sh-t so don’t perpetrate b-tch
if you disrespect my clique i’m gon’ empty the clip
this is real cult sh-t so don’t perpetrate b-tch
if you disrespect my clique i’m gon’ empty the clip
bang bang! let them bullets fly right through his frame
bang bang! let them bullets fly right through his frame
if you disrespect my clique i’m gon’ empty the clip
if you disrespect my clique i’m gon’ empty the clip

[verse 3: damien quinn]
this culprit for this cult sh-t, we brutal like a moshpit
cut your face off, chop it, hack it into sections
satan’s prayers sends his pleasance, his acceptance is a blessing
so we’re dissecting your throat in the name of the goat (baa!)
slice your neck in the dark, stab your heart with something sharp
hide your body parts in a lagoon in lincoln park
anything can spark my rage, since a young age i wanted to k!ll
so i stole my daddy’s drill and murdered the neighbor girl
i want to eat your brains, cocaine, propane’s in my veins
told my momma i changed the game and slit her throat just the same
i don’t feel pain when i put the mask on
you gon’ pass on when i get my blast on, i’m gone
there’s nothing wrong with me, i do this for my cult
it’s like open wounds with a saw and my passion burns for this sh-t
run your lips, you little b-tch, got a full clip that’s ready to rip
our missiles take off like rocket ships, y’all ego trippers gon’ p-ss

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