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Cage For Your Box

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

(feat. Greedy Fingers) [Cage] I met this chick in the club took her to the telly for back rubs split a dozen dutches ate a hundred drugs we tripping

mic Creep like a thief in the night, sneak in your crib, leave with your wife Repent for your recordings When the engineer said your vocals were too hot

A mac with a pull Act a fool excalibur Destroying m.c's with my vocal algebra We got something new for you, for you to take your ass and move it Hit to

are eternally napping Trapped in greedy covenants Causing urban collapse And bullets that scar souls with dark holes Get more than your car stole, some parts be blacker than charcoal, for

or get struck like lightening, Fighters keep fighting, put your lighters up, point em' skyward uh Had a dream I was king, I woke up, still king? This rap game's nipple is mine for

gettin' on Home, I'm waitin' on ya if you want it I ain't gotta go fo' bad, I jus' go for my opponent I ain't looking for no trouble I ain't ducking

blisters into the new morning, milk blanket Your ilk is funny to the turnstile, touch bunny Whose bouquet set a course for bloom without decay Get your

good rates and they've got lots of rooms in stock. Tell them you're here for Gutfest, you'll get ten bucks off per night. Bring your camera and your