Intro [Jingling sound] This that sh** I want bands to play when they come out for Homecoming week.../ Verse 1 Okay, this one's for my age group; my generation/ I'm back up on my sh**, fertilizing conversations/ S/O to the campus, S/O to the city/ S/O to those women, wearing shorts even though it's chilly/ I've been working, all day; no breaks on my time!/ Been busy wilding out, showing up unannounced/ Going from lost to found, and raising up my sound!/ So that's, turn up, turn up, turn up & turn up!/ Now, I'm getting sick of this losers, trying to downplay my winnings/ I'm getting sick hearing about New Orleans rappers & my name not being mentioned/ So here's my new decision, since y'all so f**ing sickening/ I'm gonna make y'all throw it up, with this sh**...I'mma kick it like/ Hook Johnny Cage, Johnny Cage/ Yeah, that's me behind those shades, like I'm Johnny Cage/ Johnny Cage, Johnny Cage/ Kick that b**h off of my stage like I'm Johnny Cage/ Verse 2 I feel good, so good I can break em off Sinatra/ You may be a goon, but what's a goon to a mobster?/ You may swim through, but what's lagoons to a lobster?/ Yeah, you may blow up, but what's balloons to Kamikazes?/ Huh?! And what's buffoons to a Pryor?/ A f**ing 5-miler to the damn Ghost Rider!/ A trampoline jump to a fregging skydiver!/ 7,000 bong rips couldn't get me any higher! Hold up, looks like y'all getting tired/ Cause not only are you exhausted, but you're under what I'm driving!/ I spy ya', perspiring 9-minutes shy of expiring!/ I winding em' up! Grinding like trucks on the top of high wiring!/ And it's Tony Hawk boarding across with half of a hawk's body!/ I'm mobbing like Gob-a-lins, riding with shotties & dropping like bodies inside of a coffin!/ I'm properly popping the nonsense I'm talking with obvious bombs that I'm lining my bars with/ I'm bossing you all with some balls made of copper, conquer you all with the style of a Stalin!/ Monstrous Mal, with the hots for a harlot! Monogamous til' we her bothered & showered...in liquor/ Hook Johnny Cage, Johnny Cage/ Yeah, that's me behind those shades, like I'm Johnny Cage/ Johnny Cage, Johnny Cage/ Kick that b**h off of my stage like I'm Johnny Cage/ Now, they say, "who that? Who he?"/ I've got the swagger of young, black Bruce Lee/ Who that? Yo, who you be? Johnny Cage!/ Johnny Cage! Johnny, Johnny Cage! Johnny, Johnny Cage!/ Verse 3 Now we interrupt this program to bring you dope, like I got that Lohan!/ I'm on my Mojave; wearing sandals like your old man/ Got people out in Oakland, people out in NY/ And I be all through New Orleans stunting like I'm rhymed with Big Tymers!/ Nothing was the same since Drake found out about Wu-Tang!/ I've got a female friend from Tulane, who put my name inside her hoop rings!/ Kick that, just like Hwoarang! (Kick that) just like Liu Kang!/ I heard the door bell, who rang? n***a, you bang! I'll stay on top new shingles!/ In a minute, I can get it! Hit it with a little rhythm! Listen when the skinny n***a rip it, get into ya'; feeling/ Like you did a finisher on every single enemy and anybody similar, a**imilating tendancies/ Tentacles, tend to be wrapped around anemone! k**er kid, being a k**er; I am a k**er bee!/ Need to back up, you get easily stung! You seem to be done! You'll be creamed if you come!/ I rap that, just like it's 40,000; my backpack on like old Kanye/ Her body's like "whoah!", so Mya! She saw me coming, so Mayan!/ Sweating like she popped 4 mollies! Sweating like she popped 4 mollies!/ I'm so about me! Hardbody! Shadow boxing! So Johnny!/ Hook