86 Vee is a handsome man.
If you don’t believe me, go and see yourself.
His devotion - endless.
His commitment - endless.
No one believed me when I called him dangerous.

He sometimes went down and talked to his obsessed fans.
He even had a crown, but I tell you, I had to bounce.

He was a cult,
cult leader.
Of a cult,
cult he led.
I ****** up twice, couldn’t resist.
Been a long time, no word of him.
But on my life, I’m sure he’s still going.
They’re dumbly falling for he’s so loving
His cult,
cult bitter.
Like a cold,
cold winter.

86 Vee is a destructive man.
Every move of his, to my bones I felt.
Forced my knees bent.
Forced my letter sent.
Heard it happens every now and then.

He spread religion that went viral, slowly coiling around the world.
I couldn’t fathom their fascination, so I left him to avoid war.

He was a cult,
cult leader.
Of a cult,
cult he led.

Don’t you see how dangerous you are?
How the girls fall when you swing the door open?
You gotta put that cigarette out.
Gotta let me do my own thing.
There’s no use in talking to somebody drunk on his own ego.
Who adores the sound of bodies dropping on the floor.
Brush their hand against his and romanticize it.
I chased that high, it desensitized me.

You know the rest.