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