Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huhhhhh 
Kill that cat.. watch me kill that cat 
If it's your girl 
I'm lookin at 
Then watch me kill that cat [Verse One: Cage] 
I hunt cunts 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, fuck the love ballads 
Summon demons in my ad libs, fun triplin 
Vomit good shit, 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 bitch out her box with one hypo' jab 
Inject tiger serum, 
I can't hear 'em (who?) 
Alex with the fuckin loaded thirty-oh-two, cause [Chorus: Cage] 
This is for the whores, 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 [Cage] 
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 fuck 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 
Kurt Loder head, whassup [Chorus] {*
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