[Verse 1: Cage]
Just a little fucking taste, you know what I’m saying
Off this shit check me out, you know what I’m saying
It’s like - I got half a seed to eat
My mind is kind of morbid, as a kid was forbid
To keep worshipping this, so I got more vicious than he did
Eyes on you, true, I never lacked the guts
Before the hair on my nuts, I smoked up Newports to the butts
In case you haven’t noticed, your mom’s could fucking blow this
I’m barely in reality, splattered I’m out of atomy
Made with bloody puppy dog tails, I’m seeing trails
And there’s fucking dead on she-males, I dig a prop with all nails
Hey Lucy in the Sky, took a diamond, broke the hymen
On his, [?] gave it a half-a-push, then blood gushed
Seriously damaged, my thoughts, [?]
Caught my mom’s around the block to let her know I fucking hate her
Sprayed a hippie fag, like a, [?]
I’m never out of buddha sack, or track backed with P. Funk
My eyes, never fucking quiver when I sliver
Turn North Street to my goddamn, bloody river
Give a slash, when its cashed, hit the whore place
Don’t buck him through his jacket 'cuz I just might fit that North Face
Periodically, I find's myself into sodomy
Need's a lobotomy, got's no bottom gee
May kill as I laugh's through fucking thrillers
Hit the tab spot, grab a sheet and put it on my fillings
The, fist fucker lick the gravy off your knuckles
Sucking out your bloody puss' more flavors than chuckles
God fucking father Don, get the fuck on
And let these motherfuckers know we rip them on to five in the morn’
[Verse 2: Godfather Don]
Check it, check check, check, check it n***a
Check check, hey check, ahem-check it n***a
This a bigger, me bigger, see it’s a n***a
He hits about a hundred motherfucker-suckers wait, a real jigga
Get a holl-ooow-oooh, who’s legit
When you and your friends bite loops that are sent, Bobbito you dig it son
I’m a higher pinnacle like a rabbinical student
Who’s moving through, verses and scriptures
Cursing to rip you, with turns in the mixture, [?]
You’re seeking to die punk
A lyrical articulatory, even my stories are glory, let’s get gory, I’m sorry I’m odd-ly
I blow like dust, your mouth burn to particles, [?]
Pardon you, trying to break through like Jim Morrison
It’s sin and horror some when, skills fall my tongue
Among's another one for hung a cerebum
Flinging dungarees one of me’ll smoke eternities, we
Ask Willy Wonka, Tonka, I’m a disintegrate
Your style, your style, your style
While your isle smiles at me
With piles that be, u.t.t.e.r
G. sparks the mic like a retard
Now it’s like that, with a fat sack yo
Cage, spark the shit in the back, yeah
Chillin, chillin, yeah, Stretch on the track