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bubble I stay in mine I don't want your trouble Don't waste my time Post truth era you made up your mind You don't wanna hear reason That's a cultish sign
festering Intended for the faint of heart Cultish and anthemic Untill death do us part Like a fiendish tropic virus Spitting bile at all you whores
Intended for the faint of heart Cultish and Anthemic Until death us do part Like a fiendish tropic virus Spitting bile at all you whore
Intended for the faint of heart Cultish and Anthemic Until death us do part Like a fiendish tropic virus Spitting bile at all you whore
Hotep dance Fuck the xenophobic cultish Fuck the blindly following colon Police, hopeless homophobics Fuck you too Fuck I'm over it I was Spazzing I was
to find me Reading all the self-betterment books and speeches Tuning into to cultish callings motivational speakers Hacks can now manage it Swindle
we're imagining Cultish con artist cash ins Workin like factories Who makes you maddest I see you've had it Your chapped red as your cap is Your
have a clue what’s right or dumb Cultish scum from bubble gum Cause the troublesome truth is numb Real trauma ain’t theory’s umm Problems with system
cultish So we drink the promise I won't leave you wanting I will be the one Angels that have fallen Worshipping the sun when it dies Cold life No one lives
resolving it if I'm insulted Niggas better keep their hands to themselves with all that hulk shit Tribe is down to put in work for me you know I'm cultish I
kidding me Why do they call us a cultish facility When all their choices revolves around wickedness I just don't get it Ministry it involves a decision In
focus Manipulation that's very cultish God gone expose it No more controlling Pass the controller ur game is over It's gone be potent I know you know If
papercuts I'm angered much at aimless stuff Arranged like pagans in a cave, illustrious Cult-ish following of the faithful ones That hollowly all are weeping
It's become a strange religion a cultish evil hook If you want to understand it go out and buy a book You only have to panic if you must choose
in unless you wanna die Put a rope around my neck and then I tie Pull it tight Bullets fly Cultish life uh Feel like a true cryptid Y'all on my hit
Melbourne BC or Sydney AD the cultish crew of underhanded Dastardly manless mongrels are standard They keep things always steady ready for peak bleak when
fine Cold as snow but criminal I'm my consoler as i'm leaning in Heartbeat humming I am coming down I am drifting Watch the words fall out Was it cultish
introduced to your ranks Inside bodies that came off cultish, it's complicated And I don't want to want you, would you look at us now I heard you doing fine
my gang will do it Its Counter Cure we serving heels to those who need it I need my music to turn you all a little cultish Yeah its Gurn remember that
the iron pharaoh Programmed by Anubis Come the dawn of Egyptron To rule forever with an iron fist Cultish priests who sought his throne And tried to seal
It's like super cultish A cult of sororities I don't even party I don't like your daydreams Come to your senses your early to the party I don't like
Haptic feedback to a smoke filled glass Don't too eagerly drink from the Pierian Spring Fount of vitiation cradle of sorcery Delete the beliefs cultish
represent the region you inhabit It's a habit of these cultish heathens For the weekend I'm a beach bum, I am leaving, totally retreating Need a reprieve for
into the dark Cultish behavior In the absence of your god
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