The year was 2020, I was livin' back in Brooklyn
By day I was a Trader Joe, by night I started cookin'
And I fucked around and made a song about doin' the dishes,
But apparently to women, I had answered all their wishes
They showed up in my comments and said they loved my song
And "let us know if there's any way that we can play along"
We know that you are struggling, an essential in the night
Please give us something we can do to help you win the fight
I said, damn, this might be the way that I could grow
I said, damn, this might be the way to hit the road
They could all be on my street team, my fingers on the pulse
They'll be my moderators, but I swear it's not a cult
I swear it's not a cult
I swear it's not a cult
On everything that I love and hate
I swear it's not a cult
I don't know what you've heard of me,
Don't know what you've been told,
But on everything that I love and hate
I swear it's not a cult
They're singing my lyrics and they're calling my name
They're spreading the chaos, the beautiful flame
And they're all a part of my beautiful hoax,
But my lawyer is telling me to tell you these are jokes
Hi, my name is Ranchy, and I'm 'bout to make a scene
I make stickers, I make merch
And everything that's in between
And Arti brought me on to help him with his stupid songs
He says it's not a cult, okay, I guess I'll play along
He calls his album Chaos
His fans are really wild
He calls his team The Mages
And he's got that evil smile
They all do his bidding and help him spread the word
Their meeting is by moonlight, this shit is so absurd
I said, damn, this dude is really starting up a cult
I said, damn, it's not a bit It's really just a cult
I won't even bother rhyming 'cause I know it's just a cult
Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah
Arti has a cult
I swear it's not a cult
I swear it's not a cult
On everything that I love and hate
I swear it's not a cult
I don't know what you've heard of me,
Don't know what you've been told
But on everything that I love and hate
I swear it's not a cult
They're singing my lyrics and they're calling my name
They're spreading the chaos, the beautiful flame
And they're all a part of my beautiful hoax,
But my lawyer is telling me to tell you these are jokes
They're singing my lyrics and they're calling my name
They're spreading the chaos, the beautiful flame
And they're all a part of my beautiful hoax,
But my lawyer is telling me to tell you these are jokes
I love the way you love me
I love to make you songs
I want you to be part of this
Now, how can that be wrong?
How can that be wrong?
How can that be wrong?
I love the way you love me
I love to make you songs
I want you to be part of this
Now, how can that be wrong?
How can that be wrong?