CULT LEADER

(álbum: RAMPAGE - 2023)

Over time, somehow I get these wicked rhymes off my chest
Inside my mind I can't find really no place to rest
Even though I spit this wicked shit, I know that I'm blessed
It's food for they soul, but they can't seen to digest
I must confess how I do things ain't always the best
I've been in this game so long I'm kind of hard to impress
But nonetheless I keep pushing, and I trust the process
If I get my hands dirty, gotta clean up my mess
The most hated, I guess, but I'ma flip it and just
Say you love me to death, breathe and bless 'em with breath
Blood, sweat, and tears, I'm a pain pioneer
Fire inside like a pyramid, I know why they fearing this
Kid, 'cause I vibe on the higher frequency
Since my juvenile delinquency
G-O-D, unholy POV
Back on my bullshit bomb, B-O-M-B

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?
Don't you want to become a cult leader?
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?

I'm just a shark in sweats, I pack the heat in a vest
Don't play around with my paper, that equals slugs to your chest
I be spitting blasphemy, but still I must confess
Ain't no rest for the wicked, I ain't getting no rest
Too many late nights up stuffing heroin and wax packs
Nightmare losses trying to get my stacks back
Niggas bag back, round of applause clap clap
I'm the most hated in the game, big fact facts
Nigga, fuck you and fuck rap, yeah, it's like that
Every time I write something down, niggas bite that
Just like a baby in a carseat, I stay strapped
Fuck around and find out why they call it a dirt nap
Ferme ta bouche if you ain't spitting no truth
I'm with my wife, we in a coupe with no roof
Bonjour, bonjour, mi amor
It all started in Detroit, now I'm on a world tour

Don't you want to become a cult leader?
Don't you want to become a cult leader?
Don't you want devoted followers
Consider you God and will kill for you?
Don't you want to become a cult leader?
Don't you want to become a cult leader?
Since the death of God, there's been a vacancy open
You could fill that void, here's how

Bonjour, I'm high off life but sometimes I drink that hooch booch
A heterosexual, don't play with no dook chutes
That's not for me, that's you, you just a fruit loop
I come through and destroy your whole goof troop
Eat with me, don't compete with me, I'm cheffing bro
I use my mind like a deadly weapon though
Turn the beat on and cut the heat on
Rappers think they hot, but I'm coming like the Freon
With that frozen flow, I'm chosen though
All they know, supposed to know
And all those that don't, well I guess they won't
Get these blessings I spit, and the lessons is lit
I'm not the best rapper gun clapper, slap a nigga bitch
Back in the day, but I learned to change my wicked ways
All praise due, grew up in Hell without a father
But who raised you? Yeah, I got a clue, but I won't say who

Don't you want to become a cult leader?
Don't you want to become a cult leader?
Don't you want devoted followers
Consider you God and will kill for you?
Don't you want to become a cult leader?
Don't you want to become a cult leader?
Since the death of God, there's been a vacancy open
You could fill that void, here's how
Don't you want to become a cult leader?
Don't you want to become a cult leader?
Don't you want devoted followers
Consider you God and will kill for you?
Don't you want to become a cult leader?
Don't you want to become a cult leader?
Since the death of God, there's been a vacancy open
You could fill that void, here's how

3 Headed Monster back on a motherfucking rampage
3 Headed Monster back on a motherfucking rampage
3 Headed Monster back on a motherfucking rampage
3 Headed Monster back on a motherfucking rampage