Middletown, NY - Cage

Straight outa Orange County

Give a fuck how chain stores found me

This is choice just so bitches and kids flock around me

Fuck discussion I’m the brink of bustin disgusting in the front of the club

With bullets lookin for suction

I count dough like enemies, even out the hood

See Cage with two Uzis, his paper must be good

Bitch sucked the nuts through the head of my dick

Walked slanted, then got two new mayonnaise jars implanted

Haters scapegoats with no plugs, could be legendary

But, stay too broke, and a client cemetery

Newburgh, shut it down

Middletown, run it now

BK, they commin out

Kingston Queens, running mouth

Ain’t shit in Sullivan but gambling and AIDS

Only Monticello dogs run if shit is at the raceway

Your face spray out, two of these for the nine

Before there’s Hells Winter there’s Movies for the Blind

Middletown, New York, where I learned to walk and talk

All the biggest willys been killed or caught

You fucking with music you get no support

Even local athletes they think hand to hands a sport

I was raised on dirt weed and cheap liquor

Watch the same hand that shake mine go and peel off the sticker

The brand new album got hate more alive

Cause I shit on every MC in the 845

Must have been drugged in my sleep by agents sent to end it

Woke up underground with machines they can’t wreck it

With a PCP method I smoke the dead’s misery

Then rob the corpses to add insult to injury

My hand in the same evil that ???

Never seen so many fucking sons in a dark city

I bark witty

Pity no soundtrack to bust cops

So I push the envelope like 90's dust spots

Street clean up, put you best team up

Y’all crack dealers trying to rock with no re-up

In a sedan, or coup, or truck, it’s buck a Trooper

State or local like it’s yesterday, fuck the future

Christ like anarchist, games evolve

Get it, you want a clip but I came revolved

Them shitty, I need to add a Y to M City

Pen’s gritty, ya’ll titty, don’t fuck with them kitty

Middletown, New York, where I learned to walk and talk

All the biggest willys been killed or caught

You fucking with music you get no support

Even local athletes they think hand to hands a sport

I was raised on dirt weed and cheap liquor

Watch the same hand that shake mine go and peel off the sticker

The brand new album got hate more alive

Cause I shit on every MC in the 845