[Cage] I started getting juicy when I saw what it does Nevermind my tunnel vision and skin crawling with bugs My pores start to hyperventilate, hypes of my mental state Go psychedelic out of my skeleton to celebrate This hell is great, rapidly tweaking to corpse with me Then stumble the bundle, into the freezer like Walt Disney Drain the liquid from me then stick my earths tummy When I'm reborn you can't take sh** from me [Hook x2] Because dead.. Because dead.. Because dead get to shine all night long.. [Tame One] Unusual part of a funeral marks the musical dark Moodk**er got full peaked body-bags of leak with smells reeking through Zippers Morticians prescription strength, soaking peoples tuxedos to the bone There's no place like a funeral home.. My newports get mummified corpses dripping from orifices This is like diarrhea after the rigor mortis Both lungs is sponges, with fluid like oil changing the Buick Drowning but you still hearing that background music A scene with the girl from The Ring
Raise hell at new well, f** who you call Sprinkle black magic like Voodoo dolls Night of the living leak heads, dipping pot in the cooking pot I'm running off with Chris Thomas's watch You can mourn the gone but what pump through my arms in the morgue I can afford to purchase more and then smoke and then record [Hook x2] [Cage] My girlfriend walked in on me hacking my arm up From my wrist to my pecks, needless to say she's my ex With no excuse for my behavior, the razor's my acting agent You say it's a cry for help, I say it's more like practice, ain't it? All of my heroes been dead since I was two-zero Instead of be in the fam my shrine's a mirror of meds Cigarette sizzling, smoking till my flesh wear diligence Like long range missiles into Iraqi villages Shotguns are the most accessible tickets to Hades, kids Rather be dead than the guy who raps about how great he is One last f**, cigarette and sip on my lager Then I'm gonna burn in hell with Kurt, BIG and my father [Hook x4]