Pussy, Money And War - Cage

Ck one, tell ya mum this shits done

Got a brand new album for a fucked up son

Her daughter gettin fucked, like I give a shit tricker

Go eat that acid off’a them explicit warning stickers

Lickin tha cd, askin ya mum to buy it

While I’m gagging honey, in the hyatt with my dick to keep her quiet

«Room service…»

Fuck that!

Assume Nervous…

Break this bitch ass off a bruised purpose

In and out throw a fist in the route this bitch has waste management cause I

piss in her mouth

Match made of guiness for forty five minutes then I’m breakin my foot off her

ass for the finish

Look dingy and fendy but trendy millenium Ted Bundy lookin all friendly at

Wendy’s

Cause it’s time to eat and I’ll fuck you up I ain’t them rhymin' geeks

We want pussy, money and I’m ready for war

Already I’m tore still I’m gettin head from your whore

Bring the fun on don’t be the we put a gun on

Promoters that don’t gimmie our dough are gettin' swung on

I can’t help that your wife likes sex and the violence got knives to her head

while I paint eyelids

Then cut my ear off Smirnoff get the dead deer off then have that bitch get Lon

Ser off

Then we laugh about it at whatever clubs poppin' and blow this shit up with all

the whores and thugs lockin'

Make it a point to then break in the joint spend a clip on cult members outside

waitin' to join

I’m gettin' this money I don’t care how it look if I pick up both arms you’re

watchin' a coward cook

Riddled with lead d-cup nipple tip of the egg twelve four watchin cops itchin

their head

Sippin' grey goose with a trey deuce on this kid that runnin' this dough and

I’m like 'lay loose'

Don’t have your mom’s be like 'that's my boy' they’ll sign the papers to have

your corpse destroyed

You better got rocks to fling or Glocks to ping fuck around and got Cage doin'

obnoxious things now

It’s four AM where your kids at Larry Clarke’s crib with Copywrite next to

where the PTA live

Went to see Bully not for my two songs maybe up cameo with Bijou Phillips lady

up

This time around crazy I’m slicin shrunk monkeys used to pistol whip til Shady

made it look pussy

Tryin' to dissect words I write only found a napkin in the diner for the verse

I wrote last night

So don’t pick up bread crumbs like this old bitch sittin' shoddy in the NIS gun

You get the point like your bitch do I punch through the planet like when PCP

hits you

Watch me shake up these little primaddonas cuttin' off their backpacks like Mad

Cow Llama