paroles de chanson A Crowd Killer - Cage
[Verse
1]
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
McVay
I
respect
women'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
spykids
with
a
swordfish
[Chorus]
See
these
cats
in
the
streets
off
TV,
they
all
bitch
Fans
with
a
mic
wanna
battle,
they
all
shit
So
I
push
cop
killers
and
things,
they
call
quits
Then
let
off
one
in
the
crowds,
they
all
hits
[Verse
2]
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
bitch
dug
out
like
the
headrest
where
them
screens
was
Fuck
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
fags,
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
[Chorus]
[Verse
3]
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
shit
together
like
Malcolm
McLaren
So
Keep
staring,
I
keep
feeding
your
brain
flaws
I'm
porn
again
like
the
scam
that
got
me
in
chain
stores
Cage,
number
9 on
Billboard,
fuck
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
bitch
in
Kansas
Scratch
her
eyes
out
right
where
the
evil
itched
her
Need
a?
elixir,
a
heaven?
[Chorus]
1 Morning Dips
2 Escape to 88
3 (Down) the Left Hand Path
4 Teenage Death
5 Too Much
6 In Stoney Lodge
7 Probably Causes Paranoia
8 The Soundtrack
9 Among the Sleep
10 Agent Orange
11 A Suicidal Failure
12 Ck Won
13 Unlike Tower 1
14 Under Satan's Authority
15 A Crowd Killer
16 The Right Out
17 Holdin a Jar 2
18 Pussy, Money and War
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