[00:00.00] 作曲 : Palko, Producto Mart
[00:00.00] [Cage ]
[00:21.27]There's somethin' in the way not for Dr. Zummer
[00:23.76]Hocked a tumor in the loogie and left it in Montezuma
[00:26.73]Swam back to the US after Russian roulette
[00:29.46]No deal on the table give me a label to suplex
[00:37.68]Came to fill  them with pain, take a print of my brain
[00:40.14]Flash it on the screen you won't leave the Cinema sane
[00:42.60]Had a followin' fondlin' and it wouldn't let go
[00:45.12]'Till I spiked the EC football into the Def Jux end zone
[00:48.36]And when it hit the grass it covered the crowd with mud
[00:50.91]Mom slipped my bare- ass out, I covered the ground with blood
[00:53.76]Then she wiped it on my face like war paint
[00:55.95]Then slapped me, I cry, Im'ma die with a hardcore brain
[00:58.77]Cracked the doors frame when I open the world around it
[01:01.44]Exhale the hinges in the air with them ounces
[01:03.96]My frontal lobe bounces of the wall, then it rots from
[01:06.72]The picture that it painted like suicide with a shotgun
[01:09.33][Hook]
[01:09.57]I'm tryin' to pick up the pieces
[01:11.31]Keep cuttin' my hands
[01:12.51]When I put it back together, it's feces
[01:14.49]In a permanent Hell I find tranquility teaches
[01:17.46]We had to design perfect mass for our new Preacher
[01:20.19]We're going too far, nobody could reach us
[01:22.71]I'm startin' to drown and I'm covered with leeches
[01:25.32]Until my last breath they'll be screamin' from the bleachers
[01:28.14]Then I'll be dead like all my teachers
[01:30.72][Cage]
[01:30.90]Despite all my rage, I'm a rat in a Cage disguise
[01:33.51]Communicate your love injecting bleach in my eyes
[01:36.03]The dubiously demented dented to dependant cradles
[01:38.64]Slipped through a grasp on the broken glass, highly unstable
[01:41.67]I left that label unable to keep my masters
[01:44.16]No whip, broke as shit, chick left me a week  after
[01:47.10]Over-dosage of mushrooms, no ugly obstacles
[01:49.32]Did the Handsome Boy  record same day I fled the hospital
[01:52.38]In the club I don't dance, I stand with a glass of Vodka
[01:55.20]Come to terms, I'm just like my bastard Father
[01:57.81]Left my Mother with a kid that flipped her lid
[02:00.03]When I started to look like him, she threw me out the crib
[02:02.79]And I was only two, my Grandmother was a Hitler Youth
[02:05.40]Just dropped Agent Orange and ain't got no dough to fix this tooth
[02:08.31]I'm thinkin' out loud "I hate life" like that matters
[02:10.86]Lettin' shit out and it happen to fit into rap pattern
[02:23.96][Hook]
[02:28.14][Cage ]
[02:34.89]I'm tryin' to pick up the pieces
[02:36.69]But each mother****er that ****ed my mother over would leave me to be this
[02:40.11]Drug addicted menace, ain't shit to do in this place
[02:42.57]No longer flinchin' from step-dad's punches to the face
[02:45.27]Blind to the drug, calm to the tub
[02:47.46]Filled to the top with warm water to sink in
[02:49.59]Two arms full of blood
[02:50.94]Not even thirteen, lookin' to exit left for mesc
[02:53.61]Could care less about life, just keep my Pumas fresh
[02:56.40]Until the worms eat my flesh I guess they better burn me
[02:58.98]These are the thoughts of a child  I keep 'till thirty
[03:02.31]I lacked patience 'till I was packed with patients
[03:04.02]In the mental facility forced fed all the wrong medications
[03:06.99]Prozac guinea pig, I don't feel bipolar
[03:09.15]But got a folder that claims I am in a stack that reaches my shoulder
[03:12.18]Music, my only savior in every instance
[03:14.61]Makes each one of you a prophet to my existence
[03:18.69][ Hook]