[Verse 1: Tame One] Weathermen Doppler radar Accurate forecast from the trainyard From the almost famous but I ain't large That's the medium Encyclopedia Brown is here with me again Foreign power God like "this must be the ten" You'll get f**ed up and wetted for production credit And standing too close to the edge to try and end it This the daredevil man without fear over here So f**ed up I try to drink weed and smoke beer Great date making a tape Iller than everything in this milk crate Sicker than the stick that's in the pill case Coke or base smoking an eighth Guess who's back With [?] for construction [?] And popping off with caps It's the b-boy Captain Troy Drug store cowboy Nuts over the coco like this was Almond Joy Mad dogs want it [?] Grab a redhead from out the basement Don't get it twisted, I got it braided Rated R, ghetto star, Boom Skwad pres with the jars Like D-12 Bizarre with at least 8 bars We move by with the green destiny sword I get high when I record Sober, tape over jokers when I be bored Word bond, after we doing these songs and skits Push up in a strong b**h after an Eastern Conference performance Meet the blade shark, trademark The beaties and some Nikes, and a 5-pack of 3X white tees I'm the Ol' Dirty ba*tard uncut, tip wet [Hook: Cage & Tame One] Oh look your chick's wet Dip wet Oh look your chick's wet We going dip wet, dip wet, dip wet, dip wet, dip [Verse 2: Cage] Leak brother from another mother box cutter bu*ter discover I ain't missing it So gutter I could jacuzz in my own piss and sh** No move is subtle Got a clip for you to cuddle f*g Feet, hands and head will get stuffed in a duffel bag Tits, you ain't got enough to grab First day out the p**y it was "blow me mom and f** you dad" High school to the hospital, hospital to me in the shelf I'm so real Chris Palko can't even be hisself Who the f** wanna lead sheep all day, I'll head beneath them After I'm coppin' a bag like a dead policeman I go ape sh** like digested bananas In a world infested with cameras, y'all just flesh for piranhas You want my spot, I abandoned my vehicle Record labels are like b**hes and none want to be with you Gun in my face I hope you don't expect me to panic I gave up on suicide y'all have to take me off this planet Weathermen pop out like a great white's jaws when it's snacking I'll break your rib cage and ask you what the f**'s cracking This Camp Blood, y'all get more than a bear hug I'll sh** on your dreams and wipe my a** on your prayer rug Don't try to come at me, you too righteous to know me Middletown rappers that ain't with EST can blow me