Cult 45

[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