CULT INTERLUDE by TYLR C Lyrics

[Intro]
Father stoppa
Bitch, I feel like Thomas Hopper
Gotta problem
We can solve it
Put this AK to yo noggin
Make sure no one fucking watching
Never talk about that topic

(Verse)
I'm from the mitten
It was all written
Fuck out my business
Never frostbitten
I could always fit in
I'm always hidden
This shit be hitting
Whatever you giving
Whatever you handing
Don't want it
I ain't even kidding
My third eye it be fucking glisten
Don't know why like you will not listen
Look in the sky now christ he is risen
Fuck yo religion
Fuck yo opinions
Fuck all these bitches
I'm on my damn mission
I'm taking over
Bitch, give me the crown
Now you taking orders
Better listen right now
Know you out here folding
You ain't loading any rounds
Body be exploding, rise from right beneath the ground
I might need some encoding, bitch I feel like Wall-E wow
You sipping all this codeine, fucking make you spazz out
And you someway wonder how
Maybe someday boy you'll fucking figure out
Cult encounters
In yo fucking living room
We the god damn founders
Leaving everybody doomed
I was taking all these downers
And I just assumed
When we put in all these hours
All the label's call soon
But that's not how it goes
Tie up this rope
It's finally time to go
So violently reload
Look at the irony
Look at the scope
Boy, I let it fucking blow
(pow)