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cage - a crowd killer lyrics

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i’m an anarchist, no wait, i’m an antichrist
couldn’t find a third six of my scalp so i used a knife
scratched it in, i’m wasted, getting trashed again
an active ten, laughing and slashing friends

selling dust to kids is how i used to spend the day
’cause i was only trying to live like tim mcvay
i respect women’s lib by letting them get their mace off
my dogs are hungry so i flick em with cutting your face off

follow my lead, smoke weed and bleed sloppy
if you see me selling out in the store one more copy
jump in the crowd and start swinging the cordless
then dismember all you high-tech spy kids with a swordfish

see these cats in the streets off tv, they all b-tch
fans with a mic wanna battle, they all sh-t
so i push cop killers and things, they call quits
then let off one in the crowds, they all hits

my career’s low on gas, i’m stabbing the rapper in sight
a suicidal failure like shady’s ex-wife
one day got too p-ssed and sliced open two wrists
i punch lines ’til there’s c-ke all over my two fists

look off over crowd, connect nicotine buzz
then find your b-tch dug out like the headrest where them screens was
f-ck your six, i got sixteen waiting
anymore patient than when they switched me to out-patient

left the hospital and dissed my whole crew
even pop knew the deal and walked out when i was two
get slammed in the dirt, murked and earth plate shaked
you ain’t stirring hurricanes, you breath on birthday cake

see some more f-gs, we’ll choke them herbs
and beat promoters down and be booked on spoken word
if i’m too sick, i’m sorry, i’m trying to get my head right
wrapped up in this cult that i started on my website

see these cats in the streets off tv, they all b-tch
fans with a mic wanna battle, they all sh-t
so i push cop killers and things, they call quits
then let off one in the crowds, they all hits

i snap a copy of blade on dvd in half
slice your neck and hand you a pamphlet on aids
sm-t peddlers, break up is apparent
when i put sh-t together like malcolm mclaren

so keep staring, i keep feeding your brain flaws
i’m p-rn again like the scam that got me in chain stores
cage, number 9 on billboard, f-ck
now i gotta sick kubrick on lil’ bow wow’s nuts

long range shots to where you and your mans is
missed and hit some skinny ugly white b-tch in kansas
scratch her eyes out right where the evil itched her
need a [unverified] elixir, a heaven [unverified]

see these cats in the streets off tv, they all b-tch
fans with a mic wanna battle, they all sh-t
so i push cop killers and things, they call quits
then let off one in the crowds, they all hits

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