Cage - CK Won lyrics

Look y'all gotta get in fuckin' line
If you want to get served
Put the money in her look I know y'all
Used to them bottles of that piss yellow
You fuck this we closin' shit out

If I'm as ill when I'm makin' my arms achin'
Holdin' this baby over the roof
When my Incubus CD skips my wrist slips
Look over the edge and score the bitch
On the land of them flips man
Start handin me dames or clips
Fuck it - start squeezin' -
Shootin' mo'fuckers for no reason
Am I buggin when I burst
In flames after rubbin' -
Gasoline on my arms and
Chest and start huggin'
People in the precinct like cousins
By the dozens when
They question me I say where I wasn't
Pretty BM puttin holes in your
Civic out the window
Shermed up if you say I don't live it
Shit's landin' your grills holdin'
A divot large
Enough for a cow's femur to pivot
Or is it Chris Palko that's
Givin' these bitches mouthfuls
Then it's thank you notes on
Their face with scalpels

CK won, if you see Cage run
Your dough bitches I leave and
Tip y'all in ones
Out of dough you might wake up
With a mouth full of cum
And this ether rag to wipe with when I'm done

CK won yeah for CK run
Your pockets dawg you keep the
Lint and the crumbs
If you climb out the trunk
Be happy to see sun
Not get the fuck back to work
And get me some more funds

Now don't start gettin jumpy I'm
Happy to pump 3 clips in your face then set
Out to leave the country
Bitch smack enabled the quick snack
Scoop out the twat
And get whats left of the bitch back
Eat later rap to heat haters pimp like
I feed em feet first to gators
Skin grafts can't hide the brand
And then rolled up
Here with your husband after my hands in it
Then send em home with three of my mans in
It cuz I'm no prince
Like protective palm laminates
Think shit's silly now watch the
Nine milly - put
This really dull bitch brains
All in the belly
That's fifty K more fifty more
To gun or play back
To the lab with a big tittied run away
Guess who ain't gonna pay to
Paint eyelids getting head
From her while the bitch is still drivin

CK won, if you see Cage run
Your dough bitches I leave and
Tip y'all in ones
Out of dough you might wake up
With a mouth full of cum
And this ether rag to wipe with when I'm done

CK won yeah for CK run
Your pockets dawg you keep the
Lint and the crumbs
If you climb out the trunk
Be happy to see sun
Not get the fuck back to work
And get me some more funds

I left a trail of dead nurses
Kept the ID from their purses
Started my own 1 900 number service
Gettin' mad at earth is a waste of time
Still collectin' note when I'm
Too wasted to rhyme
You in the bed, she online with the webcam
Go get your head slammed limbs broke bedpan
All for this bitch played you for Chris
IV in your wrist and fist
Pumpin' you Cage piss
With the incidentals of Cage
Kennylz cut through the
Panties with the rocks in the dentals
Speakin' of which no gifts
For the snatch unless
You want diamond earrings
With earlobes attached
Shoot up an M5 and whoever in it cuz I
Ain't got one and I ain't waitin' a minute
If the ransom ain't met then
I ain't cakey to floss
Cheese grater to face and
Start scrapin' it off

CK won, if you see Cage run
Your dough bitches I leave and
Tip y'all in ones
Out of dough you might wake up
With a mouth full of cum
And this ether rag to wipe with when I'm done

CK won yeah for CK run
Your pockets dawg you keep the
Lint and the crumbs
If you climb out the trunk
Be happy to see sun
Not get the fuck back to work
And get me some more funds

"Down in the snook of the duke of new york
- now they knew who was master and leader"