Cage - Summer in Hell lyrics
[Cage - Summer in Hell lyrics]
Weathermen president is in the building
Those who came for my life
Need to get in line
The suicide by cops weather is on!
Fucked up out my mind, the gun in my belt
Faintest of voice yells out
'enjoy your summer in hell'
Dead friends and family surround me
Where they found me an apparent suicide
I had a bounty on my spirit
Higher than I ever been, overlookin my wake
A closed casket
Cause I had took off the face
Cause, I ain't never like nobody starin at me
I'm feelin sappy, made a few people sad
But more really happy
My crew standin there with
Shovels just grinning
When the sun drop and the clients
Stop it's back to the livin
Cause y'all ain't really think I'd go
Out like Kurt did you?
Beat GG Allin to the punch and
Do it at a venue
Hopped out the coffin like David Blaine
I hit y'all with a decade of verses
I guess for baby fame
You want a plug? Stick this underground shit
So far up your ass you stutter
Now, keep lickin the cover
How the fuck did rap turn
Into Big and Pac karaoke
Back in the 80's they did shit
But kept it very low key
I know I'm speakin to less than
One percent of the public
But this is for the people that
Copped Movies and loved it
Ya'll better hope I don't catch
AIDS or the big C
Cause the day they say I'm goin is
In the week y'all comin with me
From the smallest of rips to
The biggest of beefs
I'mma be the first rap serial
Killer in the streets
I'm caught somewhere between a
Thug and intelligent
I bug off a elephant acid
Scrapped off the elephant
Along with the rest of the insect nation
Standin there with bloody arms
Like it's an hallucination
This could be the last you'll ever know of I
Cause my spirit and physical
Just can't coincide
Used to write patterns now they
Write for their selves
If you ain't into death, step back
When I'm lightin up L's
Those who came for my life
Need to get in line
The suicide by cops weather is on!
Fucked up out my mind, the gun in my belt
Faintest of voice yells out
'enjoy your summer in hell'
Dead friends and family surround me
Where they found me an apparent suicide
I had a bounty on my spirit
Higher than I ever been, overlookin my wake
A closed casket
Cause I had took off the face
Cause, I ain't never like nobody starin at me
I'm feelin sappy, made a few people sad
But more really happy
My crew standin there with
Shovels just grinning
When the sun drop and the clients
Stop it's back to the livin
Cause y'all ain't really think I'd go
Out like Kurt did you?
Beat GG Allin to the punch and
Do it at a venue
Hopped out the coffin like David Blaine
I hit y'all with a decade of verses
I guess for baby fame
You want a plug? Stick this underground shit
So far up your ass you stutter
Now, keep lickin the cover
How the fuck did rap turn
Into Big and Pac karaoke
Back in the 80's they did shit
But kept it very low key
I know I'm speakin to less than
One percent of the public
But this is for the people that
Copped Movies and loved it
Ya'll better hope I don't catch
AIDS or the big C
Cause the day they say I'm goin is
In the week y'all comin with me
From the smallest of rips to
The biggest of beefs
I'mma be the first rap serial
Killer in the streets
I'm caught somewhere between a
Thug and intelligent
I bug off a elephant acid
Scrapped off the elephant
Along with the rest of the insect nation
Standin there with bloody arms
Like it's an hallucination
This could be the last you'll ever know of I
Cause my spirit and physical
Just can't coincide
Used to write patterns now they
Write for their selves
If you ain't into death, step back
When I'm lightin up L's