"CULT CLASSIC" lyrics
I guess you could call it a comeback
Yippee-ki-yay cowboy with a drum pad
The hands are dumb fast
I had to learn quick
Sharp as a thumbtack
Ain't no free rides, this ain't a bus pass, hold up
Old man Marty with the fuzzy cardigan and the Berkies
You got a problem with me, dawg? Call my attorneys
Things are getting scary like Friday the 13th
But why should I worry, huh?
Keep it going on and on and on
Been through the fire like my name Teflon
God's got His hands on me, y'all been warned
That's for anyone who wanna throw Epson
Y'all already know what I'm about to do
Marty don't need a feature, that's a power move
I don't need a ghostwriter, the Holy Spirit threw an alley-oop
This dedicated to anyone who's doubted you
I guess you could call it a comeback
Yippee-ki-yay cowboy with a drum pad
The hands are dumb fast
I had to learn quick
Sharp as a thumbtack
Ain't no free rides, this ain't a bus pass, hold up
Money ain't the motivation, I got plans that get way better
Why you got your hands out? You doing the Macarena
You are not the father, I'm prolly closer Darth Vader
We had to raise the bar up, higher than skyscrapers
Fresh off hiatus
Every time we pass it make 'em spiral like Tom Brady
I am not famous
I don't need anybody's approval
How you gonna lie to us? We got Google
I'm surprised I ain't burst into flames
The first time that I walked in the church
I'm breaking every generational curse
You know the last will be first
And I still need my Franklins, shout out Kirk
(Lonely is the person delusional enough to believe in themselves... that's the sad truth)
I guess you could call it a comeback
Yippee-ki-yay cowboy with a drum pad
The hands are dumb fast
I had to learn quick
Sharp as a thumbtack
Ain't no free rides, this ain't a bus pass, hold up
Yippee-ki-yay cowboy with a drum pad
The hands are dumb fast
I had to learn quick
Sharp as a thumbtack
Ain't no free rides, this ain't a bus pass, hold up
Old man Marty with the fuzzy cardigan and the Berkies
You got a problem with me, dawg? Call my attorneys
Things are getting scary like Friday the 13th
But why should I worry, huh?
Keep it going on and on and on
Been through the fire like my name Teflon
God's got His hands on me, y'all been warned
That's for anyone who wanna throw Epson
Y'all already know what I'm about to do
Marty don't need a feature, that's a power move
I don't need a ghostwriter, the Holy Spirit threw an alley-oop
This dedicated to anyone who's doubted you
I guess you could call it a comeback
Yippee-ki-yay cowboy with a drum pad
The hands are dumb fast
I had to learn quick
Sharp as a thumbtack
Ain't no free rides, this ain't a bus pass, hold up
Money ain't the motivation, I got plans that get way better
Why you got your hands out? You doing the Macarena
You are not the father, I'm prolly closer Darth Vader
We had to raise the bar up, higher than skyscrapers
Fresh off hiatus
Every time we pass it make 'em spiral like Tom Brady
I am not famous
I don't need anybody's approval
How you gonna lie to us? We got Google
I'm surprised I ain't burst into flames
The first time that I walked in the church
I'm breaking every generational curse
You know the last will be first
And I still need my Franklins, shout out Kirk
(Lonely is the person delusional enough to believe in themselves... that's the sad truth)
I guess you could call it a comeback
Yippee-ki-yay cowboy with a drum pad
The hands are dumb fast
I had to learn quick
Sharp as a thumbtack
Ain't no free rides, this ain't a bus pass, hold up
