Produced by Necro

[Intro: Cage (Dialogue Interpreted From the Film “Clockwork Orange”)]
There was me, Alex... and three of my fam...
All supposed to meet at the Korova Milk Bar...
The Korova Milk Bar couldn't afford its liquor license
So it sold milk plus Drencrum, or Synthemesc...
It would sharpen you up for a bit of the old ultraviolence
Which we had in mind for the evening
And so kiddies...
Death for all... right right?

[Verse 1: Cage]
I'm Against the Machine like Rage; bitches say, "I hate you Cage!"
After circle jerks, I wash my hands off and do dirt
Sick with a smirk, plus happy disturbed
Fucked the first two bitches like dogs and I jacked off on the third
I'm obvious oblivion but that's my science
Fuck your head up like corn rows put in by blind giants
Haven't been with it, since the last corpse
Kidded, wore a blood stained smile, and told the cops, "He did it!"
Of course the most raw throughout the 9-1-4, 1-0-9-4-0
Got you beasts shook like Doc Moreau
Pour beer out for yourself because you're walking dead
I'll burn your house down like a fuckin Talking Head
And get high like fuck, and pick apart my brain
Dissections may mentally cause infections
Break you with inventions, sick intentions
Still know n***as lost in my sentence
I'm strictly beyond and back, come and get me
Hemotobin left from a lip like a hickey
Leak smoke got me ready to murder a rookie
Killers on your block tuck in they dicks like Tootsie
Come and witness what your shit missed
Watch the Glock kiss little sis', wet her like a baptist
Inconvenience, dilemma like sitting on
Venus with no shuttle, treeless
Try and pick apart my spaced out perception
Catch frontal lobe damage and not manage correction
I smell leak smoke left by the anonymous
Beats brought back to life die when I'm embalming this
Come around and get your ass shot to clusters
I'ma play the injuns with the arrows you be Custards... back
I ride up on ya, divorce your head and neck, then scalp it
Rip off all your flesh and make a outfit
[Verse 2: Toxic]
I'm out of order, uniquely freaky, hell of a fella
Turning virgins into Jazzybellas, perverted shit I'm with again
I shop for ho midgets on tiptoes
Or flip bimbos and dick nymphos
Through their crotchless panties and their pantyhose
Intercourse cannibal, already giving orgasms
Rough sex and rocking the leather hell-raiser outfit
I come equipped looking the sickest
Everyt'ing is silicone tits and leaving handprints on big biscuits
Experienced Minajatwas with Siamese twins twice
Yo let's be precise eat sliced mics like salami
The opposite of Gandhi
I stay calm until it's time to make the blood spill
No frills get killed, I bring it to your grill like a mask
Trooping with my task force, lost in this life of crime
This life of mine is wild
Bullets ejected in my direction but fuck it
We just strike back retaliation laser slugs
Even thugs drop once the can is popped
I'm not a problem giver or starter but solver
Three fifty seven revolver bomber
The shorty trauma jiggy rough don armed robber
And super villain, super sperm injector
He stays wet like an umbrella when in all sectors...
[Verse 3: Cage]
I survived abortion; got mushed in that canister-shaped coffin
'til stolen from the garbage I was tossed in
Instincts, snatch your cream like links
Blow shotguns through the sky, making E.T. eyes chink
See me twisting leak with my peeps from psychiatrics
Get high, run up in your crib and fuck your moms backwards
Lost in the dust, don't give a fuck about dangerous
I'm in it for the whip, plus the cream and the head… rush
Ready to bust any trick that talk slick
Got a crew of devils in my head that force me to walk...
With, death in my pocket for the curious
At your execution see twelve faces of Jesus in your jury, this
Madness defines, sickens morticians
Losing their lunch when they hear what Alex been licking
I murder chickens sixteen and over, angels out
To get me ‘cause I'm higher than Jehovah, Necro should have
Told ya Alex Three Thousand be arousing
Clicks up to your feet’ll see what brain damage your child’s in
Challenge me, turn up the bass and stick out
My abnormality, disposing your faculty, I got
Insect specks and the time selects
Freestyles burn new-school artists to relics
Ma Dukes is just a cherry on top
Spendin G's on quacks to try and fix my Clock
I caught the quick lock, bugging in the institution
Whatever sanity was left caught the execution
Psychological pollution, they sticking me with Thorazine solution
Shooting at the sky, looking for Godly retribution
And I can almost see clear
I start bugging like a insect and lay larvae in ya ear
And as the worm blow, my flow make you more irritable
Choking on your tongue, coughing out your blood through your nasal
Thought you was a hard rock, that's a rumor like the Loch Ness
Alex 3G makes complex the simplest
[Outro: Cage]
Alright, just go back to the beginning ‘cause he's going to go in…