Cage, Copywrite - Pussy, Money and War lyrics

CK Won, tell ya mom this shit's done
Got a brand new album for a fucked up son
Her daughter gettin fucked
Like I give a shit tricker
Go eat that acid off'a
Them explicit warning stickers
Lickin the cd, askin ya mom to buy it
While I'm gagging honey
In the hyatt with my dick to keep her quiet
"Room service" Fuck that! Assume Nervous
Break this bitch ass off a bruised purpose
In and out throw a fist
In the route this bitch
Has waste management 'cause I
Piss in her mouth
Match made of guinness for forty five minutes
Then I'm breakin' my foot off
Her ass for the finish
Look dingy in Fendi but trendy
Millenium Ted Bundy lookin all
Friendly at Wendy's
'Cause it's time to eat and I'll fuck
You up I ain't them rhymin' geeks

We want pussy, money and I'm ready for war
Already I'm tore still I'm gettin
Head from your whore
Bring the fun on don't be the we put a gun on
Promoters that don't gimmie our dough
Are gettin' swung on

We want pussy, money and I'm ready for war
Already I'm tore still I'm gettin
Head from your whore
Bring the fun on don't be the we put a gun on
Promoters that don't gimmie our dough
Are gettin' swung on

I can't help that your wife
Likes sex and the violence
Got knives to her head while I paint eyelids
Then cut my ear off Smirnoff
Get the dead deer off
Then have that bitch get Lon Ser off
Then we laugh about it
At whatever clubs poppin'
And blow this shit up with all
The whores and thugs locked in
Make it a point to then break in the joint
Spend a clip on cult members
Outside waitin' to join
I'm gettin' this money I don't
Care how it look if I pick up both arms
You're watchin' a coward cook
Riddled with lead d-cup nipple tip of the egg
Twelve four watchin' cops itchin' their head
Sippin' grey goose with a trey deuce
On this kid that runnin' this dough
And I'm like 'lay loose'
Don't have your moms be like
'That's my boy!' then go sign the papers to
Have your corpse destroyed

We want pussy, money and I'm ready for war
Already I'm tore still I'm gettin
Head from your whore
Bring the fun on don't be the we put a gun on
Promoters that don't gimmie our dough
Are gettin' swung on

We want pussy, money and I'm ready for war
Already I'm tore still I'm gettin
Head from your whore
Bring the fun on don't be the we put a gun on
Promoters that don't gimmie our dough
Are gettin' swung on

You better got rocks to fling
Or Glocks to ping fuck around and got Cage
Doin' obnoxious things
Now it's four AM where your
Kids at Larry Clarke's crib
With Copywrite next to where the PTA live
Went to see Bully not for
My two songs maybe up
Cameo with Bijou Phillips lady up
This time around crazy I'm
Slicin' shook rookies
Used to pistol whip 'til Shady
Made it look pussy
Tryin' to dissect words I write
Only found a napkin in the diner for
The verse I wrote last night
So don't pick up bread crumbs
Like this old bitch sittin' shoddy
In the NIS gun
You get the point like your bitch do
I punch through the planet like
When PCP hit's you
Watch me shake up these little prima donnas
Cuttin' off their backpacks like
Mad Cow Llama

We want pussy, money and I'm ready for war
Already I'm tore still I'm gettin
Head from your whore
Bring the fun on don't be the we put a gun on
Promoters that don't gimmie our dough
Are gettin' swung on

We want pussy, money and I'm ready for war
Already I'm tore still I'm gettin
Head from your whore
Bring the fun on don't be the we put a gun on
Promoters that don't gimmie our dough
Are gettin' swung on