Cage Lyrics

Album: Unknown

Too Much

Blue collar to corporate blessed the unfortunate

 Like when I put my foot down that bitch still aborted it

 Stuck the canister under my jacket like the lucky one

 'Uh, sir you can't leave with that,' Bitch this my fucking son!

 Put with the gun crammed in the glovebox

 With 151 drum bottles, I don't drink, they gettin' flung

 With lit rags in it, kill 10 step-dads a minute

 Still won't be a star till the label as a gimmick

 Even if I limit timid com-mi-tive cynics

 Each one famous suicide at gunpoint to mimic

 You too can be a mock-celeb or the last there is

 Or be ghost like money that played Casper in kids

 I put a sick twist every other frame design so

 You see AIDS victims selling pretzels at a slideshow

 With a nine shown I brand and skin 'em

 Run out of punchlines when you kids stop standin' in 'em

 

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 Yo Chris I think they think you know too much

 Yeah Sis I think you put coke up your nose too much

 They cut my hands off so I couldn't hold too much

 They try to kill me through my dick with these hoes too much

 You stack dough too much

 You smack hoes too much

 Well you can blame it on the mint leaves I roll too much

 They cut my hands off so I couldn't hold too much

 Don't stand off, bullet holes show too much

 

 They see weed on dust with an ounce a pound

 Is like jumping out of building grabbing napkins on the way down

 My impant I scarred, I'm anti-star

 Though I shine like one buried underground with yall

 And I tried to learn good just wasn't concerned, should

 I really be on my sixth bottle of wormwood

 My skin is burnin' blisternin' aloe ow

 Dragged this big fat bitch in to see Shallow Hal

 I drink Jack puff black in Orange County

 Bought a gun with a body to stick in this whore's Audi

 Knew this kid Craze he would stick dope on a chick open ha'

 Then I changed my name to Cage like Nick Coppola

 All these snakes with these forked tongues stitched together

 After I put down the pepper I switch the weather

 Whatever rights they want to shrug off for safety feelin' taken

 For a Rabbi appearance cuz they kneelin' to Satan

 

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 Then, I stepped over the bloody axe frame with wax fame

 Rogue pistol runnin' through New York like Max Payne

 Out shootin' celebs, I'm rootin' for feds

 In a pit of lions then we sip shoot from the heads

 I run with maniacs liable to kill at any minute then

 I wonder why I can't shake this insanity image

 It's been a dead Cage since I've strapped to beds

 And shot up with needles and five since I put gas to heads

 You was bitch in high school no rep no threat

 Riding my jacket like I'm a hand off the fans at coat check

 Haters want to put they bitches up no stress

 Like your life in the monitor box behind the desk

 I scribble shit on paper, pay rent, look at nature

 See a menage before lunch, them bitches are ravers

 Drive blazers, still inside my North Face

 Drippin' formaldahyde and short-circuit my tazer

 

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