Ck Won - Cage

Look y’all gotta get in fuckin' line if you want to get served…

Put the money in her… look I know y’all used to them bottles of that piss

yellow…

You fuck this we closin' shit out…

If I’m as ill when I’m makin' my arms achin'

Holdin' this baby over the roof when my Incubus CD skips…

My wrist slips, look over the edge and score the bitch

On the land of them flips man start handin me dames or clips

Fuck it — start squeezin' - shootin' mo’fuckers for no reason

Am I buggin when I burst in flames after rubbin' - gasoline on my arms and

chest and start huggin'

People in the precinct like cousins by the dozens when they question me I say

where I wasn’t

Pretty BM puttin holes in your civic out the window shermed up if you say I

don’t live it

Shits landin' your grills holdin' a divot large enough for a cow’s femur to

pivot

Or is it Chris Palko that’s givin' these bitches mouthfuls

Then it’s thank you notes on their face with scalpels

CK won, if you see Cage run

Your dough bitches I leave and tip y’all in ones

Out of dough you might wake up with a mouth full of cum

And this ether rag to wipe with when I’m done

CK won yeah for CK run

Your pockets dawg you keep the lint and the crumbs

If you climb out the trunk be happy to see sun

Not get the fuck back to work and get me some more funds

Now don’t start gettin jumpy I’m happy to pump 3

Clips in your face then set out to leave the country

Bitch smack enabled the quick snack scoop out the twat and get whats left of

the bitch back

Eat later rap to heat haters pimp like I feed em feet first to gators

Skin grafts can’t hide the brand and then rolled up here with your husband

after my hands in it

Then send em home with three of my mans in it cuz I’m no prince like protective

palm laminates

Think shits silly now watch the nine milly — put this really dull bitch brains

all in the belly

That’s fifty K more fifty more to gun or play back to the lab with a big

tittied run away

Guess who ain’t gonna pay to paint eyelids.

Getting head from her while the

bitch is still drivin

I left a trail of dead nurses kept the ID from their purses

Started my own 1 900 number service…

Gettin' mad at earth is a waste of time

Still collectin' note when I’m too wasted to rhyme

You in the bed, she online with the webcam, go get your head slammed limbs

broke bedpan

All for this bitch played you for Chris, IV in your wrist and fist pumpin' you

Cage piss

With the incidentals of Cage Kennylz cut through the panties with the rocks in

the dentals

Speakin' of which no gifts for the snatch unless you want diamond earrings with

earlobes attached

Shoot up an M5 and whoever in it cuz I ain’t got one and I ain’t waitin' a

minute

If the ransom ain’t met then I ain’t cakey to floss cheese grater to face and

start scrapin' it off…

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