DEATH CULT INTRO

(Yung Germ)
Yeah

All these kitties better run for the hills (okay)
Death cult, we don't empathize with your feels (so what's up?)
Rip, rest, kill, eat
Dog, dog, dog, repeat
All these kitties better run for the hills (okay)
Death cult, we don't empathize with your feels (so what's up?)
Rip, rest, kill, eat
Dog, dog, dog, repeat (sleezy)

Big dawg shittin' on your kitty litter (fuck outta here)
Big rocks, ain't no penny pincher (Mula)
Bitch, you'll get clapped when the semi hit ya (doo-doo-doo-doo-doo)
This that, I'm a Henny-mixer (sleezy, sleezy)
Zig-zag, I'm a Bentley drifter (skrrt, skrrt)
Big MAC, trigger finger itcher (boom)
Hit that like I'm throwin' pitchers (boom)
Big MAC 'cause they know I'm richer (sleezy)
Roadrunner better run for the hills (fuck outta here)
Whole summer, I'm the king of the hill (sleezy)
Cold summers, I be runnin' from chills (no-no)
Six feet, put your bro under, I be swingin' there still (yeah, doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo)

All these kitties better run for the hills (okay)
Death cult, we don't empathize with your feels (so what's up?)
Rip, rest, kill, eat
Dog, dog, dog, repeat
All these kitties better run for the hills (okay)
Death cult, we don't empathize with your feels (so what's up?)
Rip, rest, kill, eat
Dog, dog, dog, repeat

Dog, dog, dog, dog
Dog, dog, dog, so what's up?
Rip, rest, kill, eat
Dog, dog, dog, repeat