Page type: lyric reference
Artist: City Morgue
Canonical path: /city-morgue/caligula
Related lyric paths: 6
Video embedded: yes
Lyric guide
Caligula
Read Caligula lyrics by City Morgue on LyroVerse, with linked artist context and related song paths.
person
Curated by Ethan Walker
LyroVerse team
Reference snapshot
The page facts to cite before the commentary
Use this page for the lyric text, linked artist context, and any LyroVerse editor's note attached to the song. Listener comments remain user-generated and should not be treated as the primary source.
Lyrics
Caligula
The lyric stays readable and compact here; the note and related paths sit nearby so you do not lose the song while looking for context.
Ayy, black metal clash in the pit (okay)
Smoking black, their heart in abyss (okay)
Make that black metal cause an eclipse (what's up)
Smoking black, lay your ass in a basket
Get hit like, yeah, yeah, yeah
Get hit like, yeah, yeah, yeah, woo!
My face is always fucked up (okay)
My teeth is always fucked up (okay)
My knuckles always fucked up (what's up)
Fuck y'all, I don't talk to y'all (what's up)
Turn you to puddles and blast away
Pull up, we rob with the mask away
I just might take you to hell today
I just might take all your breath away
Turn into Satan, they worship me
Pray that they each better turn to me
I just might take you to hell today
I just might take all your breath away
Hit that, split that, huh
Niggas puss, I'm Caligula
Chip that wig cap, huh
Niggas chose, I don't know what y'all on
Ayy, black metal clash in the pit (okay)
Smoking black, their heart in abyss (okay)
Make that black metal cause an eclipse (what's up)
Smoking black, lay your ass in a basket
Get hit like, yeah, yeah, yeah
Get hit like, yeah, yeah, yeah, woo!
Mula!
Put a nigga mouth on the curb
Throwin' dead bodies all out on the curb
Smokin' on opps and the ounce of the herbs
Got my weight up from the ounce of the birds (what?)
All my ex-bitches saying, "I want to be friends still"
See my wrist bust down, cold with the wind chill (splat)
Straight up, I'ma shoot through your windshield
I'ma pull up, I'ma spin you like a windmill
Drop the top on the new Chevrolet
Sipping on wock, I don't do perrier
Fucking on ya thot, what I do everyday
Getting to the guap, what I do everyday
I don't need rap, I can move that yay
Coke swimmin' in the pot like a blue stingray
We can fist-fight, we can shoot that fade
My little niggas wanna shoot, broad day
Ayy, black metal clash in the pit (okay)
Smoking black, their heart in abyss (okay)
Make that black metal cause an eclipse (what's up)
Smoking black, lay your ass in a basket
Get hit like, yeah, yeah, yeah
Get hit like, yeah, yeah, yeah, woo!
Black metal clash in the pit (okay)
Smoking black, their heart in abyss (okay)
Make that black metal cause an eclipse (what's up)
Smoking black, lay your ass in a basket
Get hit like, yeah, yeah, yeah
Get hit like, yeah, yeah, yeah, woo!
Quick answers
What this page can answer fast
Who performs "Caligula"?
City Morgue performs "Caligula", and this lyric page sits inside the City Morgue catalog on LyroVerse.
Are there related songs to explore after "Caligula"?
Yes. The related section below points to 66slavs and ACAB (feat. Nascar Aloe) with a short reason for opening each page next.
Where can I find more songs by City Morgue?
Use the artist link near the top of the page or the related paths section below to keep moving through City Morgue's lyric pages.
Song Room
Open Song Room
Interpretations, questions, and corrections for this song
Interpretations, questions, memories, and correction notes live together here. The room stays noindex while the best insights are reviewed.
Listener comments
What people are saying
No listener comments on Caligula yet.
A strong comment here is specific: the phrase you keep hearing, the mood you come back for, or the reason this song stays in rotation.
Sign in to post the first listener note. Reporting stays open to everyone.