Doc Savior - Cult Music lyrics

[Intro] Now it's that Crusade Cult get with it Scrolling through that rolodex People saying "DS we haven't seen you in a minute" With that band of crooks, y'all motherf**ers get shook So we put it in the books, no hooks [Verse 1] That obsidian core with your god on all fours Nothing standing in my way so I'm kicking down doors I'm a tale of folk lore, you can hear my dick roar I ain't fitting in with hip hop anymore You must feel like sh** bathing in my splendor Over looking my tape ‘cause y'all b**hes tender Got a package at my door with the holy spirit in it Kick it to the curb stamped with return to sender Eyes everywhere, watching me constantly Microchip in my derriere, projecting anomalies Calmly picking up, calling me, already you're falling deep In the pissing abyss, dog I ain't f**ing with honesty [Interlude] Waking up, still a dream Body sores, losing teeth Counting the angels above me Jesus Christ be trying to get cuddly So we throw down, kick a b**h Tell him that he's full of sh** Got a mind that's rivaling Manson God DS you're so f**ing handsome b**h I know it see, pretty boy Wishing I was unemployed But the world ain't ready for my gospels So I got my dick in your nostrils Be like holy grail, where is it? What's your pulse? Triple six So we… [Verse 2] Climb up on to that roof Bungee jumping off with a noose Now we going home Cause even when I lie I'm telling the truth Daddy Devil say I don't learn Be like spider-man with my s**m Batter up baby your turn Now we burn, burn Yeah we burn that sh** like we scared of dimes And we flippin' that cross like a paradigm Online mixtape right in your face But they ain't touching that sh** like it's hammer time Knock the fourth wall down we escaping Turn the lights up, motherf**ers fainting Prone to exaggerating, f** Everyday I'm getting prettier but I got an uglier painting f**ing satellites up in the sky Triangulating on my position, not meaning to pry But I'm forcing myself into the recesses of your mind And I'm blackmailing your conscious until the day that you die CRUSADE