It’s All Fun and Games

[Intro: Chuckklez]
Grr! Grr! Grr!
Grr agh!

[Verse 1: Chuckklez]
It's all fun and games when you're tryna act tough
When you think you've got the balls, enough to fuck the wrong crowd
When you're messing with the freaks then you're fucking with the freak show
Then get your ass beat and leave you rotting up in cages slow
Then I grab my butcher knife and slit your mamas throat
Then I leave her in the dirt, get devoured by the crows
I'm about to take your soul with the swing of my machete bitch
Slice you up in a million pieces 'til thеre's nothing left, trick
'Cause I got a sеrious mental problem that I have to release
Upon you pussy-ass niggas, think you share those days?
It's fucking hysterical
I'm gonna make your lives so miserable
As I cock that .45 and then I shoot your pupil
God damn, relax them devils in the human flesh
I'm 'bout to put an end to faggot rappers claiming they're the best
And Misses Karma is a bitch
When we punch 'em in the hood and cross 'em out one-by-one
For the greater fucking fun

[Chorus: Chuckklez]
It's all fun and games when a faggot talks shits
Until we toss 'em in the pile and we hack 'em into bits
Say Cult Shit, Cult Shit, Cult Shit, Cult Shit
If you're down with the Cult Crew you gotta represent
By drinking the Kool-Aid and you say it like this
Say Cult Shit, Cult Shit, Cult Shit, Cult Shit

[Verse 2: Geno Cultshit]
I'll be the only person you ever should fear
You'll see death is near, so you better stay clear
We be the only clique that be killing 'em all
Hauling 'em off, Holocaust, hot molotov, you're shitting your drawers
Yo, Freddy is back in an all black Cadillac bumping this track
I'll be busting off caps in the back of the Lac
While Freddy's laughing at yo ass, what you think about that?
We some killers from the Midwest, baby it's true
Pay dues, these are the rap cats thinking we rule
It's true, y'all doodoo
Mind grows coocoo
Rocking granny-panties while we eat up on the Froot Loops
Man, y'all just can't compare with
My suicidal thoughts so please stop the staring
Loaded clip, loaded .45
Blow my brains out, they won't take me alive, come on

[Chorus: Chuckklez]
It's all fun and games when a faggot talks shits
Until we toss 'em in the pile and we hack 'em into bits
Say Cult Shit, Cult Shit, Cult Shit, Cult Shit
If you're down with the Cult Crew you gotta represent
By drinking the Kool-Aid and you say it like this
Say Cult Shit, Cult Shit, Cult Shit, Cult Shit

[Verse 3: Damien Quinn]
It's all fun and games 'til your brains stain my shirt
And your blood squirts from the bullets I disperse
No need for a hearse, you going straight in the dirt
I'm that versatile killer so it looks perverse
Yeah, my verse gets worse 'cause I'm cursed with these demons
That wanna see you chopped up, that wanna see you bleeding
AK-47 chop your body down to nothing
You better get to ducking once my weapon gets to bucking
Death is beautiful, like when Lucifer sings
When angels spread their wings, like an axe how it swings
In the backs of these hacks who think they can rap
Mean-mugging like they wanna give my face a slap
When in fact all they want is an autograph
And they act like I won't snap like Zito in Maniac
You wack cats who talk smack can get clapped
This is our chance to strike back, so think fast

[Chorus: Chuckklez]
It's all fun and games when a faggot talks shits
Until we toss 'em in the pile and we hack 'em into bits
Say Cult Shit, Cult Shit, Cult Shit, Cult Shit
If you're down with the Cult Crew you gotta represent
By drinking the Kool-Aid and you say it like this
Say Cult Shit, Cult Shit, Cult Shit, Cult Shit