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Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huhhhhh
Kill that cat.. watch me kill that cat
If it's your girl
I'm lookin at
Then watch me kill that cat [Verse One: Cage]
I hunt cunts like these, with underground disease
In they yearly matin spots, spawn a million
MC's (got rhymes) that used to go to shows, drink dance get high
Then you click the mic the whole audience wanna rhyme (yo let me rhyme let me rhyme)
In '92 I let the
Cage outta
Alex Through college radio demonstrate the fist, **** the love ballads
Summon demons in my ad libs, fun triplin
Vomit good ****, go feed off dead
Christians
Red light in the
Lincoln, from drinkin
Drencrom The corpse in my eye can explain the thinkin
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
Screamin, "That's my spirit running down the street!"
The undead, writin in gun lead
Liposuct' a fat ***** out her box with one hypo' jab
Inject tiger serum,
I can't hear 'em (who?)
Alex with the ****in loaded thirty-oh-two, cause [Chorus: Cage]
This is for the whores, and the kicked over stores
And fifty-four dollars in my pocket on tour
This is for the kid that said, "Oh you dead!"
And the fifty-four stitches that he caught in his head
This is for the clowns
I beat with no hands
And the two
O-Z's down to fifty-four grams
With two to the face,
I'm a basket face
With fifty-four seconds to outer space [Cage]
I love a bull mastiff ground up, make a pound up
With green
Jesus, get in
I'll drive you to seizures
Humanoid pause, before
God, with cyborg dogs after me
Killin these rhymin
Sigmund Freuds - for the cause
Your whole life's a waitin room for worms
Strangest occurs, you see
Venus in furs
With toast out facin
Earth, avenge my sixteen
Your old shell talk to pistols like
Starscream
My whole story lost on a wall in black marker 66 more flicks for
Clive Barker
With a little message, for real research kids
Can you guess who the ******
DJ is? My anti-commercial style will curse you
Say **** so much, my airplay's like curfew
To third shift farm chemists, the senate scarred
Start killin all the livin like the
Serbian guards
You supportin communism buyin majors so dub
Watch me put two rocks in
Kurt Loder head, whassup [Chorus] {"{"}*
Mighty Mi scratches*}
The undead.. red light in the
Lincoln For
Cage.. ripped.. in half on the concrete
Screamin, "That's my spirit runnin down the street!"
Runnin down the street.. runnin d... down the street