Cult 45 by th1rt3en Lyrics
[Verse: Pharoahe Monch]
Chop the head off of false idols
Topple the statues, set them ablaze
T. Donald make Ronald Reagan turn in his grave
Season discrimination, sprinkle a little sage
Add a dash of hatred, eat it and get on stage
Chase it down with some poverty
Add a splash of the murder rate
Regurgitate it and spit out rage
Sit in a circle of thirteen candles and smoke haze
Thinking we should miss Christ, Christmas'll make you a slave
Lactose intolerant at birth, never fazed
By the race for chasing American cheese in a maze
In fourth grade, I played Scrabble
Scrambled the letters in the name 'Santa'
Magnified and deciphered the clauses in the game
Nauseating, I'm angry, Bill Bixby
Exorcist, make the president's head three-sixty
Emergency, you should monitor the mercury in your thermometer
Witchcraft immortal, paranormal phenomena
The dark side of the truth, no apology
Carbon monoxide in the booth, do not follow me
Please do not breathe
You are now listening to killer bees in my lungs when I wheeze
Hex for the Klux Klan, clues for the alt-right
Enchanting incantations for their adult life
Flows overthrow Pharaohs and kill Caesars
Iris inside of an isosceles pilot that Nebuchadnezzar heaven
Seven orifices over crossed fibulas
Spit a poison dart through the heart of Caligula
Cult 45, vehicular homicide
Insidious, the meticulous way that I've arrived, it's
Cult 45, particular, so sublime
Ridiculous, the ubiquitous flow is so conniving
Chop the head off of false idols
Topple the statues, set them ablaze
T. Donald make Ronald Reagan turn in his grave
Season discrimination, sprinkle a little sage
Add a dash of hatred, eat it and get on stage
Chase it down with some poverty
Add a splash of the murder rate
Regurgitate it and spit out rage
Sit in a circle of thirteen candles and smoke haze
Thinking we should miss Christ, Christmas'll make you a slave
Lactose intolerant at birth, never fazed
By the race for chasing American cheese in a maze
In fourth grade, I played Scrabble
Scrambled the letters in the name 'Santa'
Magnified and deciphered the clauses in the game
Nauseating, I'm angry, Bill Bixby
Exorcist, make the president's head three-sixty
Emergency, you should monitor the mercury in your thermometer
Witchcraft immortal, paranormal phenomena
The dark side of the truth, no apology
Carbon monoxide in the booth, do not follow me
Please do not breathe
You are now listening to killer bees in my lungs when I wheeze
Hex for the Klux Klan, clues for the alt-right
Enchanting incantations for their adult life
Flows overthrow Pharaohs and kill Caesars
Iris inside of an isosceles pilot that Nebuchadnezzar heaven
Seven orifices over crossed fibulas
Spit a poison dart through the heart of Caligula
Cult 45, vehicular homicide
Insidious, the meticulous way that I've arrived, it's
Cult 45, particular, so sublime
Ridiculous, the ubiquitous flow is so conniving