Cult Liquor
[Verse 1]
Yo.....Yo yo....Its Nite....(Look)
There's no debating the skill
The Geist be spitting flames that even Satan can feel
I was raised with the steel, its second nature to kill
I swear new beef to GHOST is like a steak to a grill, chill
We keep the heat on simply raising the bill
(Recipe) for disaster in case I'm making a meal
Team full of record makers, can probably break one as well
So that GHOST depth chart ain't ever taking an L
Bruh I'm sick to my cells, I should stick to myself
But my clique frometh Hell so we kicking it well
See my crew be rather sinful, put a bullet in your dental
Let another smash your temple (ricocheting through your mental)
I wish life could be as simple as death and so I live to die
Spending nights getting by just by getting high
Rolling up the weed man I ain't ever really sleeping
So I'm looking like a demon you can see the red within my eyes
My thoughts are sinister, Nite, rapist and pillager
Split muscle groups when killing ya
Other words I dismember ya
Hack, chopping, and slitting ya
And may you rest in pieces
Yo you fucking with delinquents better yet some fucking heathens nigga
I got a thing for paranormal and bloodshed
Science projects I was tryna raise the undead
But I kick it with some GHOST now, go figure
Crack another bottle of that evil shit, Cult Liquor
[Bridge]
Yeah (Yo).....I like that.....Cult Liquor....(KILL EM)

[Verse 2]
I got a thing for paranormal and bloodshed
Science projects I was tryna raise the undead
But I kick it with some GHOST now, go figure
Crack another bottle of that evil shit, Cult Liquor
I'm not a sipper, I'd much rather be milking bowls
Not of cereal but I'm still blowing them cheery O's
Here he goes, its like every day we hear he smokes
But its not habitual, something more like a ritual
Fucking bitches from centerfolds, not really but finna blow
So once a nigga in the knows I'm bringing home the skin and bones
See that was lyrical but I prefer to keep it ignorant
Satisfied with Eden's riches at the cost of seeing secrets
But see this weed I'm hitting got a nigga seeing spirits
Smoke creating ghost in that chamber, I think I need to clear it
Then load another one just like the strap these niggas fearing
Long live the GHOST, preying for our perseverance
And yo that's prey with a "E" nigga don't get it twisted
Quick as critics writing on they blog saying my shit's demented
Reminiscent of my Myspace shit, my illest writtens
But you'd have to dig up my hidden corpse to give a listen
I probably died the same time Hip Hop fell
But I rose from the grave to spread around this hot hell
Lot of rappers used to be sick but then they got well
Me? I got ill, nostrils is snot filled
Lyrically I got skill don't even need a whack hook
Only thing I listen to is Wolf Gang and Flatbush
But I spit it with some GHOST now, go figure
Crack another bottle of that evil shit, Cult Liquor
[Bridge 2]
Actually uh...let me get that back, I think I'm just going to um, add on to it a little bit...Look

[Outro]
I said I got skill don't even need a trap drop
Only thing I listen to is Danny Brown, A$AP Mob
And I guess I blast some GHOST now, go figure
Crack another bottle with my evil kin, Cult Liquor