Cage - Too Much lyrics

Blue collar to corporate
Blessed the unfortunate
Like when I put my foot down
That bitch still aborted it
Stuck the canister under my jacket
Like the lucky one
"Uh, sir you can't leave with that"
Bitch this my fucking son!
Put it with the gun crammed in the glovebox
With, 151 rum bottles, I don't drink
They gettin' flung with lit rags in it
Kill 10 step dads a minute
Still won't be a star until
The label adds a gimmick
Even if I limit timid primitive cynics
Each one famous suicide at gunpoint to mimic
You too can be a mock-celeb
Or the last there is
Or be ghost like money that
Played Casper in Kids i put a sick twist
Every other frame design so
You see AIDS victims selling
Pretzels at a slideshow
With a nine shown I brand and skin 'em
Run out of punchlines when you
Kids stop standin' in 'em

Yo Chris I think they think you know too much
Yeah Sis I think you put coke
Up your nose too much
They cut my hands off so
I couldn't hold too much
They try to kill me through my
Dick with these hoes too much
You stack dough too much
You smack hoes too much
Well you can blame it on the
Mint leaves I roll too much
They cut my hands off so
I couldn't hold too much
Don't try to stand off
Bullet holes show too much

They say, weed on dust with an ounce a pound
Is like jumpin' out of buildin' grabbin'
Napkins on the way down
My implant I scarred, I'm anti-star
Though I shine like one
Buried underground with y'all
And I tried to learn
Good, just wasn't concerned, should
I really be on my sixth bottle of wormwood?
My skin is burnin' blisternin' aloe ow
Dragged this big fat bitch in
To see Shallow Hal
I drink Jack puff black in Orange County
Bought a gun with a body to
Stick in this whore's Audi
Knew this kid Craze he would stick
Dope in a chick openah
Then I changed my name to
Cage like Nick Coppola
All these snakes with these
Forked tongues stitched together
After I put down the pepper
I switch to weather
Whatever rights they want to shrug
Off for safety feelin' taken
For a Rabbi appearance cuz
They kneelin' to Satan

Yo Chris I think they think you know too much
Yeah Sis I think you put coke
Up your nose too much
They cut my hands off so
I couldn't hold too much
They try to kill me through my
Dick with these hoes too much
You stack dough too much
You smack hoes too much
Well you can blame it on the
Mint leaves I roll too much
They cut my hands off so
I couldn't hold too much
Don't try to stand off
Bullet holes show too much

Then, I stepped over the bloody
Axe frame with wax fame
Rogue pistol runnin' through New
York like Max Payne
Out shootin' celebs, I'm rootin' for feds
In a pit of lions then we
Sip soup from the heads
I run with maniacs liable to
Kill at any minute then i wonder why I can't
Shake this insanity image
It's been a decade since I've
Been strapped to beds
And shot up with needles and five
Since I put gats to heads
You was bitch in high school no rep no threat
Riding my jacket like I'm a hand
Off the fans at coat check
Haters want to put they bitches up no stress
Like your life in the monitor
Box behind the desk
I scribble shit on paper, pay rent
Look at nature see a menage before lunch
Them bitches are ravers
Drive blazers, still inside my North Face
Drippin' formaldehyde and short-circuit
My taser

Yo Chris I think they think you know too much
Yeah Sis I think you put coke
Up your nose too much
They cut my hands off so
I couldn't hold too much
They try to kill me through my
Dick with these hoes too much
You stack dough too much
You smack hoes too much
Well you can blame it on the
Mint leaves I roll too much
They cut my hands off so
I couldn't hold too much
Don't try to stand off
Bullet holes show too much