[Intro]
I'll slit my wrist for the Kult
Yeah, uh
Huh, huh
I love Hidden Courtyard

[Verse]
I got a messed up head, I'm thinkin' fucked up shit
The black Maybach truck when I pick up yo bitch
Kill yo ass and hide your body somewhere out in the sticks
I Jet-Puffed about 3, so now I got me a lisp
I got people startin' to tryna buy the shit I'm buyin'
What the fuck you doin' on yo ass, boy, stop cryin'
Lethal weapon hidden on my waist, it's made of iron (Huh)
Tryna rap with me, I'll make that fuckboy retire
It's some Kult Mobb dooms, we gon' sacrifice you in a fire
I cracked the lock, I used a rusty screwdriver
Like a evil dentist, rip your teeth out with somе pliers
Ever since I was a kid, I was tryna bе like Michael Myers
Why the fuck he talkin' like he sellin' dough, boy, he a liar
I was re-uppin' on the *phew* from the top supplier
I still be rappin' through the wire
Tryna smoke this big ass blunt, where the fuck my lighter?
Hoppin' off a plane, check my phone, my time wrong
Liftin' up this gallon of lean, my arm strong
Typa shit start make you acting mean and do you wrong
I get geeked in the booth and I make a song