C.U.L.T.

Came up livin tough Tanked in a basement of uppercuts Mommy was a soldier Got beat up in the name or relationshion-shutup bitch before I give you something to cry about Crying out crying out crying out crying out I got a name I came to make Take a number, flock of lepers who'll Dive off a bridge if I mentioned living under Never safe Memory’s burdens blacked out to clean slate Underestimated, under sold Under now, u don’t know Gagaga rah rah rah Speaking gibberish blah blah Call the cops? Is that a threat well do it Already proved what I came here to do with it Law, lazy, last in line, loud, loser Lost in lime light lies Temper, trashy tactless Tough, tried too hard, teased a ton Talked way too much Tainted tongues tapered on tall tanned Ties Take a teaspoon of talcum 10 tears to trigger trials C.U.LT Constantly undermining large trains of thought I’m a girl from NY, also spent time on a farm Got my break in a city where the angels came with the fury of gods Never broke with the weight of my start But took the pieces they left of me to make a name for my art Watch pay attention sometimes Cause when you force it upon them what’s theirs is mine Some of you can tell that I happened to make this up Got some kids to believe and then booked my own cuts Livin is tough when you weren’t raised to survive But I was and this is why C.U.L.T