Cage - Perfect World (instrumental) lyrics

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Cage - Perfect World (instrumental) lyrics

I woke up president Weathermen keep the weapon in The same spot that got honey spillin' her estrogen Lookin' to molest me in the back of the ‘Lac I got a million plus downloads f** a plaque Another thing I have is a little fascination For girls that use my music to make relations Take ummm for instance so persistent Had me doin' sh** to her so unchristian Into pissin' and strangulation masons Keep callin' me about my applications ‘Cause I dropped it off then thought knock it off You could start your own club to plot and stalk Perforated thinking I see sh** spastic Penned under a microscope into a book of acid Transform the high to a narcotic logic Flying with maggots in the co*k pit Money in the bank it's a perfect world New car shotgun it's the perfect girl Eat your pills up try to work this world And have no malfunctions to hurt this girl May or may not really deserve this world To reveal that you really got a worthless girl Don't be nervous girl (okay okay) There's a thin line between love and a f** And how drunk she got to be to put it in her bu*t Struts in her seven jeans I follow deception To the suicide diner to feed my depression I need a girl to make me crash my benz up A whistler with a blade that'll cut all my ends up I'll pop in every direction to catch a court case East bay, west nile, south park to north face My aunts' smokin' I got her crack I had a kid to feed then I wrote agent orange on a whopper wrap That's why I has it my way like a barkin' pit Only know the day by which side of the street I park my sh** Make it awkward quick I'm achin' to bloom But they all wanna see me eat how I ate in the womb Inspired by Doom d**h and metal objects Like a young Zev love X readin' marvel comics I take a look around soak up my environment Ring it out into the mic and pay rent Clips holdin' V.I.P.'s to Jesus When the birds pressed up on the gla** like Grey Goose Science fiction with too in depth raps Ride tsunamis through new left tracks Semi colon my brain geeked out and swollen No gla** just nerd wraps to roll dro in In these last days before I drop, bleed or end I'll serve ‘til they k** me like Scott Peterson I spit ugly so many rappers love me They rush me at shows tryin' to kiss and hug me It's truth or dare but ya'll keep pickin' truth ‘Cause the know I'm ‘gon dare them to come to NY oops I spilled beer on the board fine me later while I conspire this illuminati paper

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