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SINGER: Cage
SONG:The Weather Report
Feat. copywrite 'the most dominant' [copywrite] 'copywrite' [copywrite] '78 degrees' [copywrite] 'alex with a little message' [cage] 'the most dominant' 'copywrite mc' [copywrite] 'alex with the fuckin loaded thirty-oh-two' [cage] [cage] nod your head till i bend you with a ?pitch or pucket? like your orratories a corporate gorey suffice you ain't nice, you like fake dice caught by work release ice grillin villians, billing to make a killing peeling metal fillings like a jux from god spilling your stomach lining for just a fistful of ?kine? and i climbed in your head, kicked a rhyme in your mind and said 'by far these are the weakest designed lens infrared' lazers who take them all for you like new danzig, big titty mami porn yo, that's loyal book with the brown pages pickin em up till my fans prepare your girls for the trachea fuck [copywrite] yo, whether wearin raincoats or plain clothes you can brainstorm all day and weathermen remain bone dry, i'll quiz you to see where your mind's at whatever the iq, i'll multiply myself twelve times that you're assumin i'm human, that's your first mistake when verbs could make the earth's crust burst and perforate so just imagine if all seven bust it'll cause satan's soul to shake the golden gates of heaven rust and that talk wasn't brought to start a trend i was seeing if my thoughts could split the sea apart again from now, to the here-after my lungs lung punch to crush queer rappers that fear laughter [chorus] 'the most dominant' 'copywrite' '78 degrees' 'alex with a fuckin loaded thirty-oh-two' [copywrite] once the phlegm is launched your fam's attention's lost and they focus on every song i'm ever mentioned on there ain't a man on this fuckin planet earth i fear brainstorming till my ears, nose, and mouth squirt ideas the best man, prove it in front of you your fans booing this is the fifth time we battle what are you, deaf and stupid? it's confusing to those spittin bad quotes i was givin life in a test tube by scientists in labcoats got speed in sesssion you call that a verse? i thought that was your gilbert godfried impression forfeit, or i'll be faced to escort shit to mush your face in a pile of horse shit i torture kids, the contortionist bless the less fortunate house so many crabs, they mistake my rest for an orphanage to pull a burner on us two is useless i'll hold your arms while cage stabs you with a mouthful of toothpicks Chorus [cage] you think shit's sweet? with your tastebuds ripped out thrown in a jar or jelly (yo cage that's tripped out) peddle through medical bars, they couldn't chart me till i file my fingertips down to red sharpies man give me the cars keys play the three like dan majerle watch me crash the shit then go sniff coke with chris farley when i return, put fire to frozen land ain't got no holes in my hands i put holes in my fans so i can see what they feelin while copy delimn em collect em in glass case like bugs with pins in em think that's vain, i paint self portraits in my own blood i went platinum but they don't give out plaques for thugs try these ?love? sprinkled with elephant tooths relevant proof, you ain't kickin shit in elegant boots tell the truth when i show pity runnin through central park with a watergun and my friends wettin titties (copywrite 78, alex the worm king, eastern conference) Chorus 4x
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