Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huhhhhh

Kill that cat.. watch me kill that cat

If it's your girl

I'm lookin at

I hunt ***** like these, with underground disease

In they yearly matin spots, spawn a million

MC's (got rhymes) that used to go to shows, drink dance get high

Then you click the mic the whole audience wanna rhyme (yo let me rhyme let me rhyme)

In '92 I let the

Cage outta

Alex Through college radio demonstrate the fist, **** the love ballads

Summon demons in my ad libs, fun triplin

Vomit good ****, go feed off dead

Christians

Red light in the

Lincoln, from drinkin

Drencrom The corpse in my eye can explain the thinkin

While I lay behind a wall of flesh, engulfed by the homeless

If I escape,

I might evaporate my whole state

Plus when

Cage ripped in half on the concrete

Screamin, "That's my spirit running down the street!"

The undead, writin in gun lead

Liposuct' a fat ***** out her box with one hypo' jab

Inject tiger serum,

I can't hear 'em (who?)

Alex with the ****** loaded thirty-oh-two, cause

This is for the ******, and the kicked over stores

And fifty-four dollars in my pocket on tour

This is for the kid that said, "Oh you dead!"

And the fifty-four stitches that he caught in his head

This is for the clowns

I beat with no hands

And the two

O-Z's down to fifty-four grams

With two to the face,

I'm a basket face

With fifty-four seconds to outer space

I love a bull mastiff ground up, make a pound up

With green

Jesus, get in

I'll drive you to seizures

Humanoid pause, before

God, with cyborg dogs after me

Killin these rhymin

Sigmund Freuds - for the cause

Your whole life's a waitin room for worms

Strangest occurs, you see

Venus in furs

With toast out facin

Earth, avenge my sixteen

Your old shell talk to pistols like

Starscream

My whole story lost on a wall in black marker 66 more flicks for

Clive Barker

With a little message, for real research kids

Can you guess who the faggot

DJ is? My anti-commercial style will curse you

Say **** so much, my airplay's like curfew

To third shift farm chemists, the senate scarred

Start killin all the livin like the

Serbian guards

You supportin communism buyin majors so dub

Watch me put two rocks in

Mighty Mi scratches*}

The undead.. red light in the

Lincoln For

Cage.. ripped.. in half on the concrete

Screamin, "That's my spirit runnin down the street!"

Runnin down the street.. runnin d... down the street