Cage - A Crowd Killer lyrics

I'm an anarchist, no wait, I'm an Antichrist
Couldn't find a third six on my
Scalp so I used a knife
Scratched it in, I'm wasted
Getting trashed again
And actin ten, laughing and slashing friends
Selling dust to kids is how I
Used to spend the day
Cause, I was only trying to
Live like Tim McVeigh
I respect woman's lib by letting
Them get their mace off
My dogs are hungry so I flick
'em with cutting your face off
Follow my lead, smoke weed and bleed sloppy
If you see me selling out in
The store one more copy
Jump in the crowd and
Start swinging the cordless
Then dismember all you high-tech spy
Kids with a swordfish

See these cats in the streets off TV
They all bitch!
Fans on the mic wanna battle, they all shit!
So I push cop killers in
Things they call clips!
Then let off one in the crowds
They all hit's!

If my career's low on gas
I'm stabbin the rap with a scythe
A suicidal failure like Shady's ex-wife
One day got too pissed and
Sliced open two wrists
I punch lines 'til there's coke
All over my two fists
Took off on the crowd, connect nicotine buzz
Then find your bitch dug out like
The headrest where them screens was
Fuck your six, I got sixteen waiting
Anymore patient than when they switched
Me to out patient
Left the hospital and dissed my whole crew
Even pop knew the deal and walked
Out when I was two get slammed in the dirt
Murked an earth plate shaked
You ain't stirrin' hurricanes
You breath on birthday cake
See some art fags, we'll choke them herbs
And beat promoters down if
He bookin spoken word
If I'm too sick, I'm sorry
I'm trying to get my head right
Wrapped up in this cult that
I started on my website

See these cats in the streets off TV
They all bitch!
Fans on the mic wanna battle, they all shit!
So I push cop killers and things
They call quit's!
Then let off one in the crowds
They all hit's!

I snap a copy of Blade on DVD in half
Slice your neck and hand you
A pamphlet on AIDS
Smut Peddlers, break up is apparent
When I put shit together like Malcolm McLaren
So Keep staring
I keep feeding your brain flaws
I'm Porn Again like the scam that
Got me in chain stores
Cage, number nine on Billboard, fuck
Now I gotta sick Kubrick on
Lil' Bow Wow's nuts
Long range shots to where you
And your mans is
Missed and hit some skinny ugly
White bitch in Kansas
Scratched her eyes out right where
The evil itched her need a Haldol elixir or
Head from Beetle's sister

See these cats in the streets off TV
They all bitch!
Fans on the mic wanna battle, they all shit!
So I push cop killers and things
They call quit's!
Then let off one in the crowds
They all hit's!
See these cats in the streets off TV
They all bitch!
Fans on the mic wanna battle, they all shit!
So I push cop killers and things
They call quit's!
Then let off one in the crowds
They all hit's!

See these cats in the streets off TV
They all bitch!
They all bitch! They all bitch!
Fans with a mic wanna battle, they SHIT!