Cage - Fresh Out The Morgue lyrics
[Cage - Fresh Out The Morgue lyrics]
My man, my man from the morgue the morgue
Always hook me up!
Fill up that jar right there
Fresh out the morgue! dipped
Newports in a corpse, rollie
Nah, this ain't a bottle of Stoli'
I'm higher than Jeff Spicoli
Unholy, hope you got hands like the goalie
No need to cough him
'Cause Cage got balls of steel
Like The Tall Man (Boyyy)
You see the snakes transform
Like Deceps' in Cobra
You wanna see Jehovah dump some of
This Ketaset in your soda!
Somebody really needs to teach these babies!
Half of this throwback shit wasn't
Poppin' in the 80s! If she in the mix
She gonna be in them flicks
You wanna start a revolution? stick
A key in your kicks!
I'm laid back like the GTC post
Put PCP most-ly
Induct, do you see chips with heat
That's Fri-tos in this New Era of rap
I keep the fitted on my thinking cap
Anti-Freeze on the rocks
Why you drinkin' that?
'Cause shit is hot and it's the coolant
Do you know what you doin'? Apparently not
Kiddies he's one of my students!
Drugstore, cowboy killer
No luck in crack rocks
The only canons they holdin'
Is buckin' snapshots too smart for prison
No felonies got me married
'Cause, I'm only six months away
From my license to carry gats for the rats
That scramble to find cheese
'Cause they Gucci and Louis
All made by Chinese w-E-A T-H-E-R music
Room and board in the morgue, record
Then loose it!
What? I'm goin' back to Stoney
Six months for Vay Cay
Let my balls re-energize!
All them dead baby milkshakes
You clones is drinkin' now
Mask Uno what up? I'm in the rocks with the
M21 Starlight Sniper Rifle
Can't see me what? SA what up?
Yo we mixin' so yeah, mix that up
Nah, dip the whole pound!
Always hook me up!
Fill up that jar right there
Fresh out the morgue! dipped
Newports in a corpse, rollie
Nah, this ain't a bottle of Stoli'
I'm higher than Jeff Spicoli
Unholy, hope you got hands like the goalie
No need to cough him
'Cause Cage got balls of steel
Like The Tall Man (Boyyy)
You see the snakes transform
Like Deceps' in Cobra
You wanna see Jehovah dump some of
This Ketaset in your soda!
Somebody really needs to teach these babies!
Half of this throwback shit wasn't
Poppin' in the 80s! If she in the mix
She gonna be in them flicks
You wanna start a revolution? stick
A key in your kicks!
I'm laid back like the GTC post
Put PCP most-ly
Induct, do you see chips with heat
That's Fri-tos in this New Era of rap
I keep the fitted on my thinking cap
Anti-Freeze on the rocks
Why you drinkin' that?
'Cause shit is hot and it's the coolant
Do you know what you doin'? Apparently not
Kiddies he's one of my students!
Drugstore, cowboy killer
No luck in crack rocks
The only canons they holdin'
Is buckin' snapshots too smart for prison
No felonies got me married
'Cause, I'm only six months away
From my license to carry gats for the rats
That scramble to find cheese
'Cause they Gucci and Louis
All made by Chinese w-E-A T-H-E-R music
Room and board in the morgue, record
Then loose it!
What? I'm goin' back to Stoney
Six months for Vay Cay
Let my balls re-energize!
All them dead baby milkshakes
You clones is drinkin' now
Mask Uno what up? I'm in the rocks with the
M21 Starlight Sniper Rifle
Can't see me what? SA what up?
Yo we mixin' so yeah, mix that up
Nah, dip the whole pound!