[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