Various Artists - A Crowd k**er lyrics

[Cage] I'm an anarchist, no wait, I'm an Antichrist Couldn't find a third six of my scalp so I used a knife Scratched it in, I'm wasted, getting trashed again An active ten, laughing and slashing friends Selling dust to kids is how I used to spend the day Cause I was only trying to live like Tim McVeigh I respect woman's lib by letting them get their mace off My dogs are hungry so I flick 'em with cutting your face off Follow my lead, smoke weed and bleed sloppy If you see me selling out in the store one more copy Jump in the crowd and start swinging the cordless Then dismember all you high-tech spy kids with a swordfish [Hook: Cage] See these cats in the streets off TV, they all b**h! Fans with a mic wanna battle, they all sh**! So I push cop k**ers in things they call clips! Then let off one in the crowds, they all hits! [Cage] My career's low on gas, I'm stabbin the rapper in sight A suicidal failure like Shady's ex-wife One day got too pissed and sliced open two wrists I punch lines 'til there's coke all over my two fists Look off over crowd, connect nicotine buzz Then find your b**h dug out like the headrest where them screens was f** your six, I got sixteen waiting Anymore patient than when they switched me to out-patient Left the hospital and dissed my whole crew Even pop knew the deal and walked out when I was two Get slammed in the dirt, murked and earth plate shaked You ain't stirrin' hurricanes, you breath on birthday cake See some more f*gs, we'll choke them herbs And beat promoters down and be booked on spoken word If I'm too sick, I'm sorry, I'm trying to get my head right Wrapped up in this cult that I started on my website [Hook: Cage] See these cats in the streets off TV, they all b**h! Fans with a mic wanna battle, they all sh**! So I push cop k**ers and things, they call quits! Then let off one in the crowds, they all hits! [Cage] I snap a copy of Blade on DVD in half Slice your neck and hand you a pamphlet on AIDS Smut Peddlers, break up is apparent When I put sh** together like Malcolm McLaren So Keep staring, I keep feeding your brain flaws I'm p**n Again like the scam that got me in chain stores Cage, number nine on Billboard, f** Now I gotta sick Kubrick on Lil' Bow Wow's nuts Long range shots to where you and your mans is Missed and hit some skinny ugly white b**h in Kansas Scratch her eyes out right where the evil itched her Need a Haldol elixir or head from Beetle's sister [Hook: Cage] See these cats in the streets off TV, they all b**h! Fans with a mic wanna battle, they all sh**! So I push cop k**ers and things, they call quits! Then let off one in the crowds, they all hits! See these cats in the streets off TV, they all b**h! Fans with a mic wanna battle, they all sh**! So I push cop k**ers and things, they call quits! Then let off one in the crowds, they all hits! [Cage] See these cats in the streets off TV, they all b**h! They all b**h! They all b**h! Fans with a mic wanna battle, they sh*t! (*Overlapping Cage lines*)