A friend of mine who lives in Nashville emailed me this and asked me to post it here, because he just viewed this site for the first time and he read something on here the other night about gangs and cults. Then he wrote this, because many years ago one of his close family members (female) was victimized by a cult.
I know a deviant cultist who can talk a good line
make his sweet little babies spend every last dime
on his sick lusty vanity feedin the insanity
and its contagious makes em all courageous
to roll right in on his level of sin
they call it glory but aint nothin but whory
and they probly know it shxt they even show it
call it So Good to be down in tha Hood
With tha Cultist. but he's dead
and they bleedin deep red
from outside in
like sheep in a pen
thats how it always begins
Deep-throat the slime and call it a good time,
keep talkin it up, and every night they jump
to the pole, slip and roll, collect the toll
from tha trolls that unroll tha hard-earned dole
for any sweet bxtch that'll scratch that itch
Do what CultMaster says cause all of it plays
in the game they gunnin, they think they running
tha show but they dont know they just in the tow
Of tha Cultist and his tricks
666
its all a fix
like sheep in a pen
tha way it always begins
Get ya life back
you think you lost,
but you dont know
whats the final burn
of the Cultists sterno
You think I moralize
but just hear my cries
give up the sacrifice
thats all its about
get ya head up, step out
Take ya life back
you think you lost,
but you dont know
whats the total cost
of the CultMasters show
You can track.
Take it back.