Lyrics Cage – CK Won

Intro:
Look y’all gotta get in fuckin’ line if you want to get served…
Put the money in her… look I know y’all used to them bottles of that piss yellow…
You fuck this we closin’ shit out…

Verse 1:
If I’m as ill when I’m makin’ my arms achin’
Holdin’ this baby over the roof when my Incubus CD skips…
My wrist slips, look over the edge and score the bitch
On the land of them flips man start handin me dames or clips
Fuck it — start squeezin’ — shootin’ mo’fuckers for no reason
Am I buggin when I burnt the flames after rubbin’ — gasoline on my arms and chest and start huggin’
People in the precinct like cousins by the dozens when they question me I say where I wasn’t
Pretty BM puttin holes in your civic out the window shermed up if you say I don’t live it
Shits landin’ your grills holdin’ a divot large enough forecast fema to pivot
Or is it Chris Palko that’s givin’ these bitches mouthfuls
Then it’s thank you notes on their face with scalpels

Hook:
CK won yeah for CK run
Your dough bitches I leave and tip y’all in ones
Out of dough you might wake up with a mouth full of cum
And this ether rag to wipe with when I’m done

CK won yeah for CK run
Your pockets dawg you keep the lint and the crumbs
If you climb out the trunk be happy to see sun
Not get the fuck back to work and get me some more funds

Verse 2:
Now don’t start gettin jumpy I’m happy to pump 3
Clips to your face then set out to leave the country
Bitch smack enabled the quick snack scoop out the twat and get what’s left of the bitch back
Eat later rap to heat haters pimp like I feed em feet first to gators

Hook

Verse 3:
I left a trail of dead nurses kept the ID from their purses
Started my own 1 900 number service…
Gettin’ mad at earth is a waste of time
Still collectin’ note when I’m too wasted to rhyme
You in the basement online with the webcam, go get your head slammed limbs broke bedpan
All for this bitch played you for Chris, IV in your wrist and fist pumpin’ you Cage piss
With the incidentals of cage kennels cut through the panties with the rocks and the dentals
Speakin’ of which no gifts for the snatch unless you want diamond earrings with earlobes attached
Shoot up an M5 and whoever in it cause I ain’t got one and I ain’t waitin’ a minute
If the ransom ain’t met then I ain’t cakey to floss cheese grater to face and start scrapin’ it off…

Hook

Sample from a clockwork orange:
«Down in the snook of the duke of new york — now they knew who was master and leader»