It’s All Fun and Games

Lyrics

[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