[Hook]
One gets the money; two play the show
Three keeps company with four plus hoes
Five spray Krylon on the wall
Tagged Welcome to Bohemia
(It's the Hype Cult, the motherf**in' Hype Cult)
[Verse 1]
You a**ume they're gonna hear you, that they'll be cool with it
You're ludicrous, an overeducated hooligan
An age-old adage is an old age phenomenon
It's but a phase, in due time, it obeys the octagon
But Nah, we stay after shades of red
Grab the bull by its horns 'til I decapitate its head
I smell blood, better peep that school of sharks
I'm runnin' with, rummaging for bottom feeders to pull apart
I'm casting shadows on the cave's wall
For those too dazed to shake the chains off
Got em playing with fire, and imagine how their hair would twist
We brought the coming of the sun like George Harrison
I told the captain sail deeper into sea
With Musie, Trillbee, yeti, and a keeper of the trees
A king's demise, the kingdom's mine
Told Jay and Ye to keep the throne warm 'til we arrive
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
Up, at 'em. Rough, rabid
With a crew bound to shoot up like a junk addict
Drug Habit, drunk Savage
With a rainbow stained halo screaming f** f*ggots
Trouble on their mind? I've got a razorblade
That says that ba*tards goddamn esophagus should stay away
THE HYPE CULT; one's cut, they all bleed
One jumps, they all leap. One hunts, they all eat
A new era, and I'm knocking off their ball caps
With a muse flared up, with her bobbin' on my ball sack
With her bobbin' on your ball sack?
Yeah homie, with her bobbin' on my ball sack
And her jaw clasped, when the nut pops, cum shot on her raw a**
I carved the carca** after Mac snagged the bull's horns
Now I'm in a booth outside of Mecca selling pulled pork
Waiting on the cows to come home, when the calves do
I'mma brand their a** with a BHC tattoo