Cage - 54 Lyrics
...Yo, YoUh...huh, uh...huh, uh...huhhhKill that cat, Watch me kill that catIf it's your girl im lookin' at, watch me kil thatcat...[Cage]I hunt cunts like these, with underground diseaseAnd the yearly matin' spots, spawnin' million emceesThey used to go to shows drink, dance, get highThen you click the Mic, the whole audience wanna rhymeIn ninety-two, I let the cage outta Alex, throughcollege radioDemonstrate the fist, ***** the love balladsSummon demons in my ad-libs, tongue tricklingVomit good shit, go feed off dead ChristiansRed light in the lincoln, from drinking drencromeThe corpse in my eye can explain the thinkingWhile I lay behind a wall of flesh, engulfed by thehomelessIf I escape, I might evaporate my whole statePlus when cage ripped in half on the concreteScreaming "that's my spirit running down the street"The undead, writing the gun leadLypo-suck the fat ***** outta box with one hypo jabInject tiger-serum, I can't hear em'..."who?"Alex with the *****in' loaded 30-0-2...causeChorus: CageThis is for the whores, and the kicked over storesAnd 54 dollars in my pocket on tourThis is for the kid that said "oh you dead"And the 54 stitches that caught in his headThis is for the clowns I beef with no handsAnd the two O-Z's down to 54 gramsWith two to the face, I'm a basket faceWith 54 seconds to outer space[Cage]I love a bull mastif, ground up, make him pound upWith green Jesus, get in, I'll drive you to seizuresHumanoid pause, before god, with cyborg dogs, after meKillin' the rhymin' Sigmund FreudsFor the cause, your whole life's a waiting room for wormsStrangest occurs, you see Venus in fursWith toast out, facing earth, avenge my sixteenYear old shell, talk to pistols like star screamMy whole story lost on a wall in black markerSixty-six more flicks for Clyde barkerWith a little message for real research kidsCan you guess who the faggot DJ is?My anti-commercial, style will curse youSay ***** so much, my airplay's like curfewTo third shift farm chemists, the senates scarredStart killing all the living like a serbian godsYou supporting communism buying major's, so dubWatch me put two rocks in Kurt loaders head, for subChorus: CageThis is for the whores, and the kicked over storesAnd 54 dollars in my pocket on tourThis is for the kid that said oh you deadAnd the 54 stitches that caught in his headThis is for the clowns I beef wit' with no handsAnd the two O-Z's down to 54 gramsWith two to the face, I'm a basket faceWith 54 seconds to outer space[FADE OUT]
