[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