[Cage] Theres somethin in the way not for Dr. Zummer Hocked a tumor in the loogie and left it in Montezuma Swam back to the US after Russian roulette No deal on the table give me a label to suplex Came to fill them with pain, take a print of my brain Flash it on the screen you wont leave the Cinema sane Had a followin fondlin and it wouldnt let go Till I spiked the EC football into the Def Jux end zone And when it hit the grass it covered the crowd with mud Mom slipped my bareass out, I covered the ground with blood Then she wiped it on my face like war paint Then slapped me, I cry, Imma die with a hardcore brain Cracked the doors frame when I open the world around it Exhale the hinges in the air with them ounces My frontal lobe bounces of the wall, then it rots from The picture that it painted like suicide with a shotgun [Hook] Im tryin to pick up the pieces Keep cuttin my hands When I put it back together, its feces In a permanent Hell I find tranquility teaches We had to design perfect mass for our new Preacher Were going too far, nobody could reach us Im startin to drown and Im covered with leeches Until my last breath theyll be screamin from the bleachers Then Ill be dead like all my teachers [Cage] Despite all my rage, Im a rat in a Cage disguise Communicate your love injecting bleach in my eyes The dubiously demented dented to dependant cradles Slipped through a grasp on the broken glass, highly unstable I left that label unable to keep my masters No whip, broke as shit, chick left me a week after Overdosage of mushrooms, no ugly obstacles Did the Handsome Boy record same day I fled the hospital In the club I dont dance, I stand with a glass of Vodka Come to terms, Im just like my bastard Father Left my Mother with a kid that flipped her lid When I started to look like him, she threw me out the crib And I was only two, my Grandmother was a Hitler Youth Just dropped Agent Orange and aint got no dough to fix this tooth Im thinkin out loud I hate life like that matters Lettin shit out and it happen to fit into rap pattern [Hook] [Cage] Im tryin to pick up the pieces But each motherfucker that fucked my mother over would leave me to be this Drug addicted menace, aint shit to do in this place No longer flinchin from stepdads punches to the face Blind to the drug, calm to the tub Filled to the top with warm water to sink in Two arms full of blood Not even thirteen, lookin to exit left for mesc Could care less about life, just keep my Pumas fresh Until the worms eat my flesh I guess they better burn me These are the thoughts of a child I keep till thirty I lacked patience till I was packed with patients In the mental facility forced fed all the wrong medications Prozac guinea pig, I dont feel bipolar But got a folder that claims I am in a stack that reaches my shoulder Music, my only savior in every instance Makes each one of you a prophet to my existence [Hook]
cage, covered, left, slipped, bareass