(feat. Camu Tao) [Cage:] It's been about a year since my ears dried pop For those that missed the show: oh my god! That psychiatrist used to hold my cock Put nails in my head, ride me and smoke my pot Sub Roc said: "Chris, kep your hardcore gritty Def Jukie t-shirt walking through cardboard city" Positively pack plus pistols popsicles Used to strut IV stands like canes in hospitals I swung down on some grills with the handle Screeched out of the parking lot then I flicked the camel Read Cobain's journals by the fire in a flannel Copped pills from TV but they don't switch the channel The world is yours and you're for flies to play in When the seeds in your eyes can fly you'll see what I'm saying Homeless stick their hands out for change and I pay 'em 'Cause they live in a box and I got a bed to lay in (Back in the day, 1997) The death of Chris Palko, he passed, we clapped well Woke up during an autospy in rap hell Ran off dripping verses and patterns from my cut shell Hungry MC's lap up my blood trail In this +Atmosphere+, I'm unbalanced, +Slug+ on a seesaw Spit through +Bazooka Teeth+, my tongue is the C4 Need more stitches to finish displayed mental Chris went to the hospital came home Cage Kennylz I sunk down to my lowest in the scramble Stepped over the body for the wallet on the mantle Sneaker tracks of blood traced back to my vandals By the door I'll be on the couch with a box of ammo The world is spinning, I'm spending my cash in it Pull up to the pump and dump some gas in it Know a bunch of rappers that finish last in it And they can't do shit about it (You are shameless) (Now let us build to the climax, shall we?) [Camu Tao:] Now it's me still hocking loogies in the movies Nasty with groupies, get it moving Follow me stupid to the back of tragedies moving through it And we'll cause problems get it moshing, popping with treatment Get the cops to pop in from precincts Get the girls to come in and see us, yeah We'll keep on flowing till the clothes are rolling right off your shoulders We'll keep on going till the crowd gets open and girls take notice I know you notice who it is - a wizard of perfect vocals I think it's easy when the people fiending, it's perfect Now it's your host with a load of soldiers Stay fresh head to toe he's a beast on the doses If you come close you'll get fucked up You know you're supposed to 'cause Now it's your host with a load of soldiers Stay fresh head to toe he's a beast on the doses If you come close you'll get fucked up You know you're supposed to 'cause
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Copy to Clipboard: (feat. Camu Tao) [Cage:] It's been about a year since my ears dried pop For those that missed the show: oh my god! That psychiatrist used to hold my cock Put nails in my head, ride me and smoke my pot Sub Roc said: "Chris, kep your hardcore gritty Def Jukie t-shirt walking through cardboard city" Positively pack plus pistols popsicles Used to strut IV stands like canes in hospitals I swung down on some grills with the handle Screeched out of the parking lot then I flicked the camel Read Cobain's journals by the fire in a flannel Copped pills from TV but they don't switch the channel The world is yours and you're for flies to play in When the seeds in your eyes can fly you'll see what I'm saying Homeless stick their hands out for change and I pay 'em 'Cause they live in a box and I got a bed to lay in (Back in the day, 1997) The death of Chris Palko, he passed, we clapped well Woke up during an autospy in rap hell Ran off dripping verses and patterns from my cut shell Hungry MC's lap up my blood trail In this +Atmosphere+, I'm unbalanced, +Slug+ on a seesaw Spit through +Bazooka Teeth+, my tongue is the C4 Need more stitches to finish displayed mental Chris went to the hospital came home Cage Kennylz I sunk down to my lowest in the scramble Stepped over the body for the wallet on the mantle Sneaker tracks of blood traced back to my vandals By the door I'll be on the couch with a box of ammo The world is spinning, I'm spending my cash in it Pull up to the pump and dump some gas in it Know a bunch of rappers that finish last in it And they can't do shit about it (You are shameless) (Now let us build to the climax, shall we?) [Camu Tao:] Now it's me still hocking loogies in the movies Nasty with groupies, get it moving Follow me stupid to the back of tragedies moving through it And we'll cause problems get it moshing, popping with treatment Get the cops to pop in from precincts Get the girls to come in and see us, yeah We'll keep on flowing till the clothes are rolling right off your shoulders We'll keep on going till the crowd gets open and girls take notice I know you notice who it is - a wizard of perfect vocals I think it's easy when the people fiending, it's perfect Now it's your host with a load of soldiers Stay fresh head to toe he's a beast on the doses If you come close you'll get fucked up You know you're supposed to 'cause Now it's your host with a load of soldiers Stay fresh head to toe he's a beast on the doses If you come close you'll get fucked up You know you're supposed to 'cause
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