(Verse 1)
You can take your last breath, put your vinyl to rest
No fight to the d**h it's a suicidal success
Jealous of you? You're 5'2", low IQ
My words strike you, and any motherf**er that likes you
"It's coming, Seamus!" And that's how you strike back?
You drove home with an icepack to write that?
His teeth are loose now, his neck needs a noose
How dare you say you're holding guns, you're rolling with Beetlejuice
I black out 'til I'm blue in the face
Necro laced "Agent Orange", kid but you a disgrace
Yelling "save hip-hop" but how the f** are you helping?
You went from Pete Nice to Pete Nelson
Yelping like your dog Kubrick, them toothpicks gave you looselips
"The gauge goes..." I don't give 2 sh**s
That mescaline got you talking like you're MC Ren
You couldn't even profit off a beef with Eminem
Your own boys cut Slim Shady a check
And did a joint with him, now you wanna talk about respect?
I don't think so, "Eso why you wilin' in your rhymes?"
I had to get it out my system like "Movies for the Blind"
(Chorus)
He said he had a d**hwish, the motherf**er proved it
Suicide this, suicide that - DO IT!
All that physical sh** I've done been through it
You had your chance to take it to the stage and you blew it!
(Verse 2)
I can't believe that I'm wasting this beat on someone so cheap
Someone so shook, so p**y, so weak
"Cage you could've came harder than that!"
He didn't have time, he was typing online
Defending himself cause he knows his wax won't sell
Cop "Dangerous Connection" if you really wanna "Cop Hell"
I rock well, but hold the applause
And save it for the gay rapper straight outta Stoney Lodge
"He probably doesn't do d**, he just likes to pose"
Well I know he does helium before he spits flows
You should drop the mic maybe make some advances
Try some spoken word, change your name to Cage Francis
Screaming "EC for life" but why lie?
You only down with Mighty Mi cause he be getting you high
After S.O.B.'s you said NY hates us
But half the city called the next day to congratulate us
(Chorus)
He said he had a d**hwish, the motherf**er proved it
Suicide this, suicide that - DO IT!
All that physical sh** I've done been through it
You had your chance to take it to the stage and you blew it!
(Verse 3)
I went looking for the Worm King in the Rotten Apple
Headed down to NY to challenge him to battle (what happened?)
He said "No" then got punched at his own show
I gotta thank the little homie Celph for that though
Copywrite made the right move cutting cla**
I got so much dirt on him he's rocking a mud mask
High Exhaulted? More like s**ually a**aulted
As a youth, you're a redneck you ain't the truth
I'm spoiled and rich? Who's sniffing the yay?
Who threatens to k** himself when he doesn't get his way?
Who fronts like a psycho when he's straighter than an A?
Cage!! while I rip (w)rappers like Christmas day
"We used to go to shows, drink, dance, get high"
Well now you go to shows and get cracked in the eye
You Cats wanna battle, you can get that a** planted
Bring it to Boston kid and get that wish granted!
(Chorus)
He said he had a d**hwish, the motherf**er proved it
Suicide this, suicide that - DO IT!
All that physical sh** I've done been through it
You had your chance to take it to the stage and you blew it!
(Esoteric talking)
Mother f**er, you're right, 30 minutes ain't sh**. Demigodz, AOTP, 7L on the beat!!
(Sample from the wedding singer)
*punching noise* Hey why don't you write a song about this? You can call it I
Got punched in the nose, for sticking my face in other peoples business
*Laughs*
Sounds like a country song....