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cult (real slim shady remix) - dyl lyrics

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-gurgle- f-ck you

verse 1:

i wish that pac could see all of this hip hop hypocrisy
you want the god not me, but i was shown the prophecy
and sent to part the sea
i don’t beat around the burning bush, i just burn the tree
you don’t believe? then you the same as me (whoop!)

i’m going fully auto
gotta lotta anger bottled
wanna squabble with these rappers making references to arnold
sick of you, sycophants, kissin -ss, tryna rap
but godd-mn it i think i’m a bit more sick of donald (b-tch)

really boutta convince putin to nuke him
aboutta pull a john wilkes booth and shoot him
pull up in the coupe and swoop him
pull him into pieces eat him up and p–p him out
can’t stay silent was raised only knowing how to shout (f-ck!)

i don’t plead the fifth i plead the first
why i’m free to speak this verse
gotta rap with speed in case big brother take my freedom first
but tell me what is freedom worth?
take a life before the birth or with a burst which is worse?
(which is worse)

i plead the second grab my weapons
pack an ammo bag and get a going onto texas
shoot a reverend in the head and watch it pop like it’s a melon
usa the f-ckin’ greatest at protecting our amendments
this is what the flag is representing? (anyways)

here’s glimpse of my life if i was rich
gold digging b-tches b-tching bout my purchases
like hmph! this ain’t micheal kors what f-cking purse is this?
b-tch you better purse your lips
else i’m hitting till your lip is split

she looking like she got a cleft
once i hit her with the right
and i hit her with left
and toss her in the hudson when i beat her -ss to death
not before i suck the t-tties off her chest
bblblblb i’m outta breath!

i suppose that i’m an indian giver
because i’m pulling out this corpse after i throw it a river
cause i been drinking so much coors i think i need a liver
grab her pull her out the bag and grab a pair of scissors (ahh!)

chorus:

ima start a f-cking cult up in the booth
jim jones i bring the juice
jim crow up in your school
manson in your mansion with machetes and a noose
i’m worse than all of them combined with columbine and that’s the truth (x2)

verse 2:

i keep it cool, ain’t all up on that hype sh-t
tweet you making heat, like every f-cking night sh-t
take a week off socials maybe learn to f-ckin’ write sh-t
you the reason people in the game don’t f-ck with white sh-t

your sk!ll? wack, my sk!ll? you’d k!ll for half of half of half of that
add myself to the game and subtract your -ss
you asking why i’m adding math to rap
because you looking at what’s coming after aftermath
sending your -ss back to cl-ss

if you attacking back you end up like meadow pollack
and that’s a fact
don’t ever think to step to me you f-ckin’ f-g
i give vasectomy ‘n leave you headless dead without a body bag respect for anyone is something i don’t f-ckin’ have

life ain’t what you know it’s who you know
or who you blow
whatcha know i’m back up in the studio
it’s beautiful
i’m here to do what none of you could do before
we ain’t the same i came to change the game because it’s clear that y’all ain’t suitable

over educated, under medicated
losing patience when i ain’t sedated
mind is segregated, half is chasing -ss the other chasing payment third half on crack coming to crack your head open over the pavement (yo)

chorus

verse 3:

i’m a different species, who released me?
beats i eat these, so many i got diabetes
doc said he couldn’t treat me, so i switched to wheaties
bruce on the cover while i’m eating, thought sh-t that could be me

but not cause of the olympics
cause i don’t know where my d-ck went
this b-tch wanted it for christmas, so i put it on her gift list
grabbed a pair of scissors and snipped it
her reaction? well, her reaction ain’t your motherf-cking business

but women always overreacting
get it? ovary acting
feminists are probably over me rapping
i wanna eat their -sses, they’re probably over me
askin’
f-ck it ima f-ck ’em no prophylactic and get em clappin’

other day was f-ckin’ sumthin’ or other
got p-ssed at somethin’ i muttered
bout f-ckin her mother
saying what did you utter? like did i stutter?
i ain’t gon’ talk like i love her
slide over silence her number
c-m inside her ‘n slide under covers

i can’t sleep unless i f-ck, i get laid to rest
i’m not sleeping in the evening, thinking bout my death
about two weeks ago but satan came to resurrect
he said i’m in his debt but watch what’s coming next (ahh!)

- dyl lyrics

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