Cage - Radiohead lyrics

(I'm a Radiohead, I'm a Radiohead) Coming this winter, straight jackets by North Face 2, 3 all girl schools and could spit at how we tour taste Record shops'll see more fiends than a Detox When Cage sh** drops, like LSD blots You can't handcuff what you can't snuff Before your body's embalmed I dipped the philly for a puff Keep your eyes peeled - make sure your teams packing the Glocks kids Pour disinfectant in they ears I'm speaking noxious Alex the baby came after after birth I ain't been straight with God since he dropped my a** on Earth You gonna burn for that! Then burn me right now Paul My scalp still wears a scar from that lobotomy seminar Can't help but act out, when I black out I push my brother' odds in then I kicked him back out You kids trying to blast at me better learn to shoot straighter Premature brains get cooked up in the incubator (pssssss) Page 67, Paragraph 2 Show precision in your outer, skin MCs alive, man you I'm a Radiohead, getting open 'til I'm brain dead Then I'm getting open 'til you brain dead I'm a Radiohead, getting open 'til I'm brain dead Then I'm getting open 'til I brain dead I was possessed by Dionysus Kicked outta highschool for giving paps smears of crisis Cold-type ciphers I burn motherf**ers 'til the fume kicks Watch me f** them four Craft b**hes to d**h with broom sticks Sweeping with chicks, lacing up dicks, getting lovely 'Til I'm spaced out roughly like Martians playing rugby (aha) See a vigilante, shoot him 'til his heart stops And send his eyes to the cops in a box for crime watch Slipped out the snatch, wipe my face clean of the crap That's been holding me back since minus 9 months my leaky sack Blind ya! T. EC. Behind ya! Who could undermine ya? Sickest of intelligence defined ya The vagina re-designer Get you opened out your mind your Sent to d**h trying to slide out your own spine ta Find a life where your co*k's treated like Christ And every c*nt from up the block will beg forgiveness from your s** device I'm a Radiohead, getting open 'til I'm brain dead Then I'm getting open 'til you brain dead (x2) Obnoxious crotches Smack they a** 'til skin blotches Mail bombin' Weather from Holland Still smilin' Fishburne like Lawrence Agent Orange Revived a victim then locked her in cold storage Ate a p**y popped Stumped her under vulture n***a blocks an*lyze the blood clots, before regretted Body rots Factual photo: puss pierced shut Seared s*ut Jose Used to take facials mostly Gang this bong While I pick that Lionel Ritchie afro c*nt out all night long I'm into like... (fffff) altering my perception Emptied a clip in my reflection for looking my direction I'm a Radiohead, getting open 'til I'm brain dead Then I'm getting open 'til you brain dead (x2) (I'm a Radiohead, I'm a Radiohead The nasty Agent Orange is comin' Bright and early in the mornin' With the Necro coroner behind drumin' On the severed headpiece of your woman)