Cage Lyrics

Album: Unknown

54 Lyrics

...Yo, Yo

 Uh...huh, uh...huh, uh...huhhh

 Kill that cat, Watch me kill that cat

 If it's your girl im lookin' at, watch me kil that

 cat...

 

 [Cage]

 I hunt cunts like these, with underground disease

 And the yearly matin' spots, spawnin' million emcees

 They used to go to shows drink, dance, get high

 Then you click the Mic, the whole audience wanna rhyme

 In ninety-two, I let the cage outta Alex, through

 college radio

 Demonstrate the fist, fuck the love ballads

 Summon demons in my ad-libs, tongue trickling

 Vomit good shit, go feed off dead Christians

 Red light in the lincoln, from drinking drencrome

 The corpse in my eye can explain the thinking

 While I lay behind a wall of flesh, engulfed by the

 homeless

 If I escape, I might evaporate my whole state

 Plus when cage ripped in half on the concrete

 Screaming "that's my spirit running down the street"

 The undead, writing the gun lead

 Lypo-suck the fat bitch outta box with one hypo jab

 Inject tiger-serum, I can't hear em'..."who?"

 Alex with the fuckin' loaded 30-0-2

 ...cause

 

 Chorus: Cage

 

 This is for the whores, and the kicked over stores

 And 54 dollars in my pocket on tour

 This is for the kid that said "oh you dead"

 And the 54 stitches that caught in his head

 This is for the clowns I beef with no hands

 And the two O-Z's down to 54 grams

 With two to the face, I'm a basket face

 With 54 seconds to outer space

 

 [Cage]

 I love a bull mastif, ground up, make him pound up

 With green Jesus, get in, I'll drive you to seizures

 Humanoid pause, before god, with cyborg dogs, after me

 Killin' the rhymin' Sigmund Freuds

 For the cause, your whole life's a waiting room for worms

 Strangest occurs, you see Venus in furs

 With toast out, facing earth, avenge my sixteen

 Year old shell, talk to pistols like star scream

 My whole story lost on a wall in black marker

 Sixty-six more flicks for Clyde barker

 With a little message for real research kids

 Can you guess who the faggot DJ is?

 My anti-commercial, style will curse you

 Say fuck so much, my airplay's like curfew

 To third shift farm chemists, the senates scarred

 Start killing all the living like a serbian gods

 You supporting communism buying major's, so dub

 Watch me put two rocks in Kurt loaders head, for sub

 

 Chorus: Cage

 

 This is for the whores, and the kicked over stores

 And 54 dollars in my pocket on tour

 This is for the kid that said oh you dead

 And the 54 stitches that caught in his head

 This is for the clowns I beef wit' with no hands

 And the two O-Z's down to 54 grams

 With two to the face, I'm a basket face

 With 54 seconds to outer space

 

 [FADE OUT]