Over time, somehow I get these wicked rhymes off my chest Inside my mind I can't find really no place to rest Even though I spit this wicked shit, I know that I'm blessed It's food for they soul, but they can't seen to digest I must confess how I do things ain't always the best I've been in this game so long I'm kind of hard to impress But nonetheless I keep pushin', and I trust the process If I get my hands dirty, gotta clean up my mess The most hated, I guess, but I'ma flip it and just Say you love me to death, breathe and bless 'em with breath Blood, sweat, and tears, I'm a pain pioneer Fire inside like a pyramid, I know why they fearin' this Kid, 'cause I vibe on the higher frequency Since my juvenile delinquency G-O-D, unholy POV Back on my bullshit bomb, B-O-M-B Don't you want to become a cult leader? Don't you want devoted followers Who leave their families for you, give their money to you? Don't you want to become a cult leader? Don't you want to become a cult leader? Don't you want devoted followers Who leave their families for you, give their money to you? Give their bodies to you, give up their lives for you? I'm just a shark in sweats, I pack the heat in a vest Don't play around with my paper, that equals slugs to your chest I be spittin' blasphemy, but still I must confess Ain't no rest for the wicked, I ain't gettin' no rest Too many late nights up stuffin' heroin and wax packs Nightmare losses tryin' to get my stacks back Niggas bag back, round of applause clap clap I'm the most hated in the game, big fact facts Nigga, fuck you and fuck rap, yeah, it's like that Every time I write something down, niggas bite that Just like a baby in a carseat, I stay strapped Fuck around and find out why they call it a dirt nap Ferme ta bouche if you ain't spittin' no truth I'm with my wife, we in a coupe with no roof Bonjour, bonjour, mi amor It all started in Detroit, now I'm on a world tour Don't you want to become a cult leader? Don't you want to become a cult leader? Don't you want devoted followers Consider you God and will kill for you? Don't you want to become a cult leader? Don't you want to become a cult leader? Since the death of God, there's been a vacancy open You could fill that void, here's how Bonjour, I'm high off life but sometimes I drink that hooch booch A heterosexual, don't play with no dook chutes That's not for me, that's you, you just a fruit loop I come through and destroy your whole goof troop Eat with me, don't compete with me, I'm cheffin' bro I use my mind like a deadly weapon though Turn the beat on and cut the heat on Rappers think they hot, but I'm comin' like the Freon With that frozen flow, I'm chosen though All they know, supposed to know And all those that don't, well I guess they won't Get these blessings I spit, and the lessons is lit I'm not the best rapper gun clapper, slap a nigga bitch Back in the day, but I learned to change my wicked ways All praise due, grew up in Hell without a father But who raised you? Yeah, I got a clue, but I won't say who Don't you want to become a cult leader? Don't you want to become a cult leader? Don't you want devoted followers Consider you God and will kill for you? Don't you want to become a cult leader? Don't you want to become a cult leader? Since the death of God, there's been a vacancy open You could fill that void, here's how Don't you want to become a cult leader? Don't you want to become a cult leader? Don't you want devoted followers Consider you God and will kill for you? Don't you want to become a cult leader? Don't you want to become a cult leader? Since the death of God, there's been a vacancy open You could fill that void, here's how 3 Headed Monster back on a motherfuckin' rampage 3 Headed Monster back on a motherfuckin' rampage 3 Headed Monster back on a motherfuckin' rampage 3 Headed Monster back on a motherfuckin' rampage