...Yo, Yo  Uh...huh, uh...huh, uh...huhhh  Kill that cat, Watch me kill that cat  If it's your girl im lookin' at, watch me kil that  cat...    [Cage]  I hunt cunts like these, with underground disease  And the yearly matin' spots, spawnin' million emcees  They used to go to shows drink, dance, get high  Then you click the Mic, the whole audience wanna rhyme  In ninety-two, I let the cage outta Alex, through  college radio  Demonstrate the fist, fuck the love ballads  Summon demons in my ad-libs, tongue trickling  Vomit good shit, go feed off dead Christians  Red light in the lincoln, from drinking drencrome  The corpse in my eye can explain the thinking  While I lay behind a wall of flesh, engulfed by the  homeless  If I escape, I might evaporate my whole state  Plus when cage ripped in half on the concrete  Screaming "that's my spirit running down the street"  The undead, writing the gun lead  Lypo-suck the fat bitch outta box with one hypo jab  Inject tiger-serum, I can't hear em'..."who?"  Alex with the fuckin' loaded 30-0-2  ...cause    Chorus: Cage    This is for the whores, and the kicked over stores  And 54 dollars in my pocket on tour  This is for the kid that said "oh you dead"  And the 54 stitches that caught in his head  This is for the clowns I beef with no hands  And the two O-Z's down to 54 grams  With two to the face, I'm a basket face  With 54 seconds to outer space    [Cage]  I love a bull mastif, ground up, make him pound up  With green Jesus, get in, I'll drive you to seizures  Humanoid pause, before god, with cyborg dogs, after me  Killin' the rhymin' Sigmund Freuds  For the cause, your whole life's a waiting room for worms  Strangest occurs, you see Venus in furs  With toast out, facing earth, avenge my sixteen  Year old shell, talk to pistols like star scream  My whole story lost on a wall in black marker  Sixty-six more flicks for Clyde barker  With a little message for real research kids  Can you guess who the faggot DJ is?  My anti-commercial, style will curse you  Say fuck so much, my airplay's like curfew  To third shift farm chemists, the senates scarred  Start killing all the living like a serbian gods  You supporting communism buying major's, so dub  Watch me put two rocks in Kurt loaders head, for sub    Chorus: Cage    This is for the whores, and the kicked over stores  And 54 dollars in my pocket on tour  This is for the kid that said oh you dead  And the 54 stitches that caught in his head  This is for the clowns I beef wit' with no hands  And the two O-Z's down to 54 grams  With two to the face, I'm a basket face  With 54 seconds to outer space    [FADE OUT]