[Cage]
Let's get this bourbon poured
Puff some herb indoors
If life's a b**h then show her
Who the f** she's workin' for
She's a perfect who*e
That little skirt's a score
Life s**s, so you let her
f** you until her cervix is torn
And then a turd is born
Another worthless corn
Always c*nts, a**holes and dicks
Around these words of p**n
In a perfect storm
Surface in serpent form
Sent here to eat, sh**, f**, rap, burp and mourn
Why am I so destroyed?
It's a distraction
Why talk to God?
I don't even know what to ask him
Looking for pa**ion
Something to bash in
With my fists, I'm in need
Of total satisfaction
Go for mine and go for yours
And I have no remorse
These words are fly
Cause of moth eggs in my vocal cords
Now what you were hopin' for is
Smokin' coke in Coors
Cans, bent in half
To deal with being broke and poor
I should focus or
Find out what this rope is for
Swing from the rafters
With a belly full of croque-monsieur
Then I'll explode manure
I closed a broken door
Prove the spirit world exists
And I will go for sure
Or I could cope some more
Cop a smoke on tour
The wormholes in my arms
From doing dope sulfur
That sh**'ll soak the floor
When it leaks like an open sore
Self-loathe, self-medicated, self-saboteur
Why am I so destroyed?
It's a distraction
Why talk to God?
I don't even know what to ask him
Looking for pa**ion
Something to bash in
With my fists, I'm in need
Of total satisfaction
And I'm so paranoid
What's the attraction?
I'm seeing sh** that you
Couldn't even imagine
Why am I so destroyed?
It's a distraction
Why talk to God?
I don't even know what to ask him
Looking for pa**ion
Something to bash in
With my fists, I'm in need
Of total satisfaction