• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• (Down) The Left Hand Path - Cage
• The Soundtrack - Cage
• Teenage Death - Cage
• Suicidal Failure - Cage
• Stripes - Cage
• Stoney Lodge - Cage
• Scenester - Cage
• Peeranoia - Cage
• Nothing Left To Say - Cage
• Muppet Show - Cage
• Mersh - Cage
• Lord Have Mercy - Cage
• Illest 4 Letter Word - Cage
• I Never Knew - Cage
• Hell Winter - Cage
• Grand Ol' Party Crash - Cage
• Good Morning - Cage
• Beyond And Back - Cage
• Ballad Of Worms - Cage
• Annaliese Michel - Cage
• Among The Sleep - Cage
• Agent Orange - Cage
• A Crowd Killer - Cage
• 54 - Cage
• Too Much - Cage
• Too Heavy For Cherubs - Cage
• Eating Lemons - Koji
• Color Quiet Loud - Koji
• All Below - Koji
• A Place By The Ocean - Koji
• Most Of Everything - Koji
• Windows - Koji
• Waking Up - Koji
• Two Lovers - Koji
• Stay - Koji
• Shift - Koji
• Peacemaker - Koji
• Monsters - Koji
• Minute 8 - Koji
• Minute 7 - Koji
• Matches - Koji
• Little Bird - Koji
• Like We Do - Koji
• Giants Sleeping - Koji
• Step Out - Koj
• Everything Stays - Koj
• Echoes - Koj
• Change - Koj
• Mood - Koj

* I was mislead, but once I found the way
I convinced a group of 19 that they should drown today
How I flipped it, clipped it after madness
Then the dead came back and haunted the wrong address
Cause they some stupid dead motherfuckers
Just like all you bitches, all Weathermen fluffers
And I get my shoes polished
By the best open mic emcees paying Timbaland's homage
In this day and age
If your deck ain't playing Cage
You probably disgruntled your Mrs. Funnel mayonnaise
Or I ain't get the right palm
My whole career been a upstream kayak through blood
My tools love, seeing the face of opponents
Seconds before they scull and wig savor the moment
Light up a Jay, cast silence over Bob
And hair stuck on the ground, shit I might as well rob the dead
[Chorus]
Hear this to the DJ then track the clubs
Lift the cover of my CD then see what acid does
Don't just stand there looking like some average thugs
If there's a chick standing next to you then grab her jugs
And if you ain't grabbin' the dough when they ass below
Then you come back to the crib wearin' a mask and gloves
Then you go back to the club stinkin' of ass and blood
Joke some kid up diggin' pockets and snatch the drugs
I a backwards education
Studied some chick with broken navigation
All this anti-Cage demonstratin'
I don't pray to Satan
I pray on agents makin'
Shapeable minds
Capable of firing traceable 9's
But not at any kegs that make they snout's see
I don't know what I wrote till' I spit and my mouth bleeds
Look, more patterns to market
Not even naming I'm standin' a walkin' target with shoppers that look at me
awkward
Granted I got a canon and my freakin' mouth's leakin'
Cause my crew put more dust in the air than house keeping
If you sleeping you're getting woke the fuck up
Like you're parents while you bought this and smoke the fuck up
With some much rhymin' in the NYC
I carry 9 millimeter in the back of Taxi
While I thought music prevented GOB servants
And a cycle of brain wash entertainments to detergent
[Chorus]
If my thought patterns
Brought palans to Walt Adams
And spit violence and death, then kids start gaddin'
Bloody ear canal
Hold it down with a towel
Cause by the time the verse hatch your stomach's hangin' out
We got a verse on the loose, let's get these mouth zippers
Buy six drinks a night then wake up and wear 'em as house slippers
I'm just fuckin' with you bitch, don't get offended
This ain't your average anti-pop record with a happy ending
Go ask your block
School body and bastard pops
How the fuck you get your hands on acid drops
Music television repellent for kids with extreme views
Start torchin' labs to light the team's fuse
I've gotten plottin', rotten ? been chewing
I keep my hands in it with no tangible influence
Whether a Clockwork Orange or a murderous night
A book of what my pops did to Tony Burgess's wife

This is the soundtrack to kill your stepfather
Leave the faggot unconscious and douse him in Goldschlager
Light the match, now kick him till he holler
Kick him harder, he only had forty dollars
Jump in your moms whip your face dripping
Leave the tabs alone, no such thing as safe tripping
Bumps of K help explain what's inside you
Look in the rear-view, he's still dragging behind you
Pull it over, you skidded off half his shoulder
Pouring rain you can still smell the blood odour
Think of all the shit he put your mom through
He's half dead, it's already starting to calm you
Tell him to bite the curb then kick till it's heard
Read the papers nerd, stepfather massacred
Start to laugh, you know it's alright
Cause when they questioned your moms you was sleeping all night
Three in the chest, I saw him drop
The only time that I ever called him pop
Two in his back while he's dead on the ground
One more in the head because he made a little sound
Ran out of bullets so I used the blade
Wear rubber gloves cause he might have AIDS
Better call home because I'll be late for supper
Sorry mom, I just killed this mother fucker
Cut school cause you like fuck school
Mom fuck you, I'll throw you into a truck too
Keep my drugs, I can sneak in more
Let's all go rob my stepfather's sneaker store
I got the codes and pluis the new shocks in
Nobody's watching so jail ain't an option
Fuck trust, tried to kill my family twice
Stupid mother fuckers trying to raise an anti-christ
I steal from the bitch that shit me in the ditch
And plot the death of the fag that said he'd make her rich
In dish washing gloves, anger starts to flood
At gun point, got mom wrapping the carcus up
See through stab wounds, a barbeque at dad's tomb
Barbeque chicken, I can tell mom is glad too
Meet you in the car, rolled the haze
Rubbing my full stomach while I pissed on his grave
Three in the chest, I saw him drop
The only time that I ever called him pop
Two in his back while he's dead on the ground
One more in the head because he made a little sound
Ran out of bullets so I used the blade
Wear rubber gloves cause he might have AIDS
Better call home because I'll be late for supper
Sorry mom, I just killed this mother fucker
Put me on a pins petition, man listen
My mom might slip in your blood and die in the kitchen
My hands itching to push the blade then my fist in
Pop out your back knocking your spine out of position
Parts missing while they scoop you off the ground
The class clown ready to pull the mask down
Empty the gun, then it's time to reload
Mapping out his murder, pissing for my P.O
Get home, he's on the couch running his mouth
Walked up to him and put his own gun in his mouth
His mouth painted the wall, he's still standing waiting to fall
Heard a car pull up, I shoud've stayed at the mall

* send corrections to the typist
Man talking:
The old cynicism is gone
We have faith in our ears
We're optimistic, as to what becomes of it all
It really boils down to our ability to accept
We don't need pessimism
Teenage death, girls want dick not words
Flicks, got hearse
Tits, not hers
Went to the park at dark and shot birds
With a Mauser
Get a lot stirred
Fuck gimmicks
Then quickly abort the duck image
Occupy the same space that you can't fuck with it
I'm writing words tasting
Like the most anticipated works of violence since Freddy vs. Jason
I'm worth patience, a worth in greater market
So I can shoot up your chest like them little paper targets
I donate sluts, never pitch in to pay tricks
How'd you get your shit on billboards? Bitch, glitch in the Matrix
And that's beside five flies in conformness kids
That may or may not know what a Cage performance is
The latest installment is not to unplug you
But if you don't get this by the 13th, listen and fuck you!
[Chorus]
Fuck this rap shit, it's what you weigh in the street (right)
Don't shit where you sleep, better lay with your heat (tonight)
All praise D.O.V. cause that's who's comin'
Lookin' for huntin' with the gunnin'
Watch your backs are runnin'
It's like he's already dead if you're saying he sleeps (right)
They're comin' real deep and they're playin' for keeps (tonight)
Run for the hills cause they're comin' for kills
You got fuck to loose, you got nothing to bill
It's like money is God, y'all worship church rappers
I cut Rock 'N' Roll High School with purse snatchers
If the clocks are all evil then Orange's guns peal
Drop food on my fr-enemies like Donald Rumsfield
I run with the ropes
Spent to much on choke
Had a PCP overdose and I still smoke
Can't get locked down how my brindle enters
And won't come down like New York's two burning middle fingers
Street journalist
Even written down to this
Most of my rap colleagues sittin' down to piss
Bookstore revolution
Televised execution
Where I put my dip Newports at Susan
What if Kurt were to put a hole in Courtney's chest?
That frame of mind when it caught me a vest
For Cage, His anarchist games evolved
While most wild anarchist's, brains dissolve
[Chorus]
Reading, study while my boots bloody
So fuckin' milky homogenized loops love me
And a company of wolves they respect I eat first
But doctors can't stitch up for your stomach leak bursts
Mix max with half-wits
The task flips
In Middle Town they'll shoot you over fuckin' trash pick up
Grew up with no pop and a crazy hoe
That's why I need no play on commercial radio
Unravel the mind, around the room frozen sides
Sheep to tired to fight, close your eyes
Put vanilla dutches in the sky, when the Time's on the table
Knife to the tits, 9 to the navel
It's like a self-righteous path to line these pockets
I got sideways knowledge, doll, at least he's honest
Stick a fork in his tail, then juts the crowd with it
If there's bite marks on my dick i guess your girl's mouth did it

Remember how good things use to be
Remember how good things everything use to be
It used to just be so good
It used to just be me and this girl, yeah right, right
Sitting in my room with a razor blade
Thinking on my days are played
As much as my single needs to fade away
Shoot my self in the arm and start bleeding
Dont wanna go yet,stick a straw in my wound an taste my heart beating
Fucking bitch left me and I aint even peeped yet
Fuck all that noise a play poy the sleeps wet
Smoke a bundle till the face lace my brain and neurons
Calving on my donwfall and on my fucking forearm
Cage snap out of it,it's just a girl,it's just the world
It's just a life,it's just a rusty gamble knife
Wedged between my ribs scrating my heart up tonight
Im gonna pull this shit off in front of all my friends
When swimming under the brooklyn bridge trynna catch the benz
Didnt swim deep enough my head enblowded ten percent
Floated to the surface,the paramedics like whats this stench?
(I want everbody to back up,he's still alive)
I'm a suicidal failure,look my life's a failure
I can't make it in rap becuase my birth's an error
Do what I can to catch a quick death
But I meant to be here and thats a fuckin hell I live wrecked
I'm a suicidal failure,look my life's a failure
I can't make it in rap becuase my birth's an error
Do what I can to catch a quick death
But I meant to be here and thats a fuckin hell I live wrecked
Took the phone off the hook,in multi-colored pills
Watch the downward absolute,started writing out my will
Give my dawg bootlegs pearced-two in DC
So my girl who left me when she said,'pick me in pcp'
Since I love to smoke I thought it was a joke
Tried to hang myself and I fell free from the rope
Broke both my arms,my neck smashed my themar
Got up somehow and lived in front of a beamer
Cracked my ribcage, look what you did cage,your dying
But im not dead yet im still trying
Cut my wrist and walked past some crips bleeding red
In hopes that I get shot in the fucking head
I'm a suicidal failure,look my life's a failure
I can't make it in rap becuase my birth's an error
Do what I can to catch a quick death
But I meant to be here and thats a fuckin hell I live wrecked
I'm a suicidal failure,look my life's a failure
I can't make it in rap becuase my birth's an error
Do what I can to catch a quick death
But I meant to be here and thats a fuckin hell I live wrecked
I drinked a bottle of jacks, lift three bottles of kitty
In the middle of the freeway walking to the city
So much pcp I changed my name to watermouth
Pumpin acid ace I walked into a jewish slaughter house
Throw myself on the hook, now thats the chorus
Got split from my neck to my dick,now thats what poor is
Hallow man look at all my dangling parts
Dropping to the gutter with a piece of you in my heart
Little piece of shit that I couldnt fling from my chest
Should of stayed alot long enough to kill the faggot with
But right now, my skin is getting stripped off
Each one of my limbs is ripped off covered in thick sauce
My head hits the convale an im thinkin a brail of cent
Im wacthing a movie alone's alone and your sucking somebodys dick
Six seconds left when I die im gonna find her
On some poker dice shit,while my face goes through the grinder
I'm a suicidal failure,look my life's a failure
I can't make it in rap becuase my birth's an error
Do what I can to catch a quick death
But I meant to be here and thats a fuckin hell I live wrecked
I'm a suicidal failure,look my life's a failure
I can't make it in rap becuase my birth's an error
Do what I can to catch a quick death

Beer cans and cigarette butts cover the floor day
Half gone, he sleeps scared pregnant teen in the doorway
Watching him sleep clutchin' her belly, little feet kick
To send the teen back to the toilet, spent her last week sick
When little Billy feed her ground up Jesus powder
Would've beat her louder if it would've pushed the fetus out of her
Father in the making, crooked M.P. forsaken
The military cop that sells H to bring his cake in
She shaking, praying her labor kicks in before
The doors kicked in for them brown bricks on the floor
I mean, she could tell you exactly how the gutter taste
Father to her kid in custody right when her water breaks
Snitched on his compadres for a few more runs
And the irony in giving a stuffed rat to his newborn son
Dishonorably discharged, no jail time in court
Told to pack his family up and go the fuck back to New York
Fuck Bill Murray, not the actor, the deadbeat dad the smacked
Then left her with rats after he snapped her
The bastard inventor that bent her backwards in winter
With her back against the wall, she can hear death singing in her
With her back against the wall, she still head death singing in her
She's scared to leave him, convinced somehow she really needs him
Back in New York her prison of pain and Billy's freedom
Holdin' her baby, he'd say crazy shit to break her
When she fell asleep, he'd escape her wits end and wouldn't wake her
He'd sneak out the wallo in it role model to shit
That put his Christian scientist father in debt
Gave him his first stroke, he refused his medication
'Cause it went against his religion, he'd rather his lord take him
Through stroke number two and start withering his flesh
Then lay the emaciated world ware two veteran to rest
Left his family debt turmoil and wreckage
And his grandson to scatter his ash over the U.S. Intrepid
Then little Billy plummets to his knees, still numb from it
Held his kid by the arm with a shotgun to his stomach
When threats to destroy what he created get tucked away
When he looks in his son's face to see he might grow up to say
Fuck Bill Murray, not the actor, the deadbeat dad the smacked
Then left her with rats after he snapped her
The bastard inventor that bent her backwards in winter
With her back against the wall, she can hear death singing in her
With her back against the wall, she still head death singing in her
Needle through the skin again, inject the rust and cinnamon
Pull off the tourniquet, load up the shotgun and sentence him
He knows that there's a bed in hell waitin for him
But he aint been sane since he started huffin chloroform
WIth his shit decorum, he lets off shots the neighbors say shooters
Into the phone to Middletown police and state troopers
While every family member on th premises runs from death
Greeted by dozens of officers with guns and vests
His suicide by cop sweater on get low
Is told to the crowd watching him shoot thru the window
His son clutched in his mother's arms, unaware it's the end
They bring him out in handcuffs but never to be seen again
Fuck Bill Murray, not the actor, the deadbeat dad the smacked
Then left her with rats after he snapped her
The bastard inventor that bent her backwards in winter
With her back against the wall, she can hear death singing in her

* Man talking:
And this story just in from the wires of the associated press
The incidents of mental illness in the United States appears to be on the
increase
*He's losing his mind!*
Strapped to the bed
Semi-conscious half in dead
Spit on the head-nurse and got brushed like I smacked a fed
Holdin' me down while the nurse brought me drugs
Took out the needle like Roc Raida and shot me up like Courtney Love
A fuckin' zombie on Haldon, look how I'm walkin'
Standin' around like crowd patrols in Boston
I'm running points, but the points not what my parents see
Remember me? I pulled out my dick in group therapy
Dust the gorilla till' they passed the Glock to Kong
And smacked around the ward and poured him a straight by Dr. Strong
Manic, depressed slashed chest keep a eye full
Sorry, lease on Prozac makes my COLER suicidal
No family visits at few
To the engine descending my fist on my stepdad's faggot face for attention
And when a tear comes in the room like, what's the matter?
I'm eating the brownies mom made then smacking her with the platter
[Chorus]
Sample:
*I wanna roll with the devil*
Cage talking in backround:
Nothing works here
I've been here for seven years
The medication don't work
Nothing works here
I've been here for seven years
I hate this place
I'm starting to adjust
Holding my dick to escape the lust
Till' these girls in group, explain their rapes and busts
Switched to jeans
Conformness with a different theme
My performance to my parents deserves a zipper meet
And after a year when they ask me why I'm still here
I'm like, this shit is college for my fuckin' rap career
New bitch on the unit!
Fine, fuckin' her first
Put on suicide watch and jerk in front of the nurse
Molested bitch which tend to love beatings
Doing ant hills of dope thinking it's coke at drug meetings
And when she starts to fucking seizure I'ma leave her
By the freezer while I'm taking breeders of ether with a fever
Jack the phone calling my friends fake faggots
Kicking the nurse in her tits when they throw me a straightjacket
That's what you get, dumb bitch, now you're crying pet
While I'm waiting for the drugs to kick in like a dying vet
[Chorus]
I'm getting desperate
I'm thinking my only exit
Was jerking off in medicine cups and get this bitch pregnant
I'm trying to make it through group with no jokes of shitting permitted
Try signing yourself out and not getting committed
My family sessions go great, with a slap to the mouth
And my stepdad's like: "You ain't coming back to the house!"
Look who's the better patient
I went to rape the nurse in the nurse's station
Broke in and tossed the medication
On Thanksgiving I stuck my dick in the turkey
And had the doctor on foreplay with my dick checking for herpes
Doctor is strange, swinging the open locks
Under a blanket while the whole unit tear me with soap and socks
A solid child, plotting to vile it's style
Talking to a wife allow bile like Private Pyle
Teen geek with a girl, looking to fuck her stuck out
Holding my doctor hostage cause I can't get the fuck out
Man 1 talking:
It's hollow!
He's loosing his mind
That's the only explanation
Man 2:
He's gone berserk
The man is obviously a lunatic
Man 1:
Deprived that his actions can only be described as the ravings of a mad man
Woman X3:
The patient has shown no progress
The medication is not working
Man 2:
He's gone berserk
The man is obviously a lunatic
Woman:

This is the soundtrack... to one specific girl's life
The soundtrack to one specific... girl's life
You take this specific song... and stick it right on your head
By the time that she wake up and smear on her make up
She's dressed to kill, no heart behind her A-cup
Silly girl from upstate, I could have loved her
No surprise ties severed, the girl was a cutter
Used to hack her arm up for attention
I kinda relate it to the state of her depression
My head down walkin' through a do or die world
Of course I'd get hooked on a suicide girl
Told me God was gonna see her by Easter
Still I kept my doubts, she was such a scenester
You know the model type that never becomes a model
Counts her tips with bloody hands from opening bottles
She's so shallow and hallow
So sick you'd think this girl was bein' buried tomorrow
In Key Largo without you too bent to feel this
'Cause all we had in common was mental illness
I got you where I want you
Far enough for me to seem not too
Insane but you're sicker than me
So when I slip into psychosis you're my secretary
She's a scenester
She's a scenester
She's a scenester
She's a scenester
Her boyfriend's in a band playing her college
But like her model career: completely unaccomplished
Stage hand gets fucked over and over
By this clinically depressed suicidal Cage fan (man)
For the sake of the irony why lose it
You were the guy who put the girl up on my music
Scandalous, sick, seething opportunist
But you had to respect, her gangster was ruthless
Told me it was only me making her brain stir
I kept my doubts she was such a aimster
Little boys were lap dogs for smack runs
Then the angel clipped her wings and found a tat gun
My friend or fling is looking for amenities
And alternates her friends to keep switching her identities
Bump this on your little stereo at home pissed
Lookin' through your portfolio of phone pics
I got you where I want you
Far enough for me to seem not too
Insane but you're sicker than me
So when I slip into psychosis you're my secretary
She's a scenester
She's a scenester
She's a scenester
She's a scenester
Her talk is slick, her walk's a vanilla sundae
Catwalk through dog shit in the yard like a runway
She bit my neck, would kiss me 'til my lips sore
Clothes smelled of Gucci with a little hint of thrift store
See if you can find her, queen of the diner
Had her arm in every pic 'til she figured out the timer
Used dudes in love, picked out tools precise
But couldn't use those tools to fix her life
She loved drama so much she used it as a moniker
Dudes tryin' to bang her pretend to be photographers
But to her credits she ain't listen to any pop
Hipster lover underground rappers and indie rock
She put the razor to her arm and dug so many gashes
I could have wrote this song in between the slashes
Funny how you never opened a vein to out you
But you vain enough to think this song is about you
I got you where I want you
Far enough for me to seem not too
Insane but you're sicker than me
So when I slip into psychosis you're my secretary
She's a scenester
She's a scenester
She's a scenester
She's a scenester
She's a scenester
She's a scenester
She's a scenester

Entering... life sequence... five
If you walk with me this way you'll see this giant spread of all the
Substances you could abuse
And if you look to the left... well, you know
I tried a lot of drugs
I tried a lot of ladies
Some I prolly wouldn'ta tried if wasn't on drugs
Been livin sober lately
Sure some fans will hate me
Still see bugs crawling on me
That's how I think of scabies
Miss don't hate the player
I'm on the bench now
But when they call me back in
It's back to "I Don't Care"
The Snake spoke to Eve in the garden
These days trees are fruitless, snakes are starvin
Pretty little rabbits (hold?) me for carrots, folks
Before Jim Carrey, she wore mask like Eric Stoltz
I'm not insane. No, my life's a gameshow
I shot for the stars - Miss!
So now I aim low
If you don't hear back from me
I prolly got some shit on my dick and afraid the doctor gonna laugh at me
I'm just playin, peeranoia fucks with the mind
This hook is stuck in my cheek
Let me pull it out for real this time
Yo, if you don't hear back from me
S'prolly cause my record flopped and my life is a catastrophe
Yo, if you don't hear back from me
S'prolly cause some doctors with hypodermics are still after me
Yo, if you don't hear back from me
It's prolly cause I'm dead to the world, literally or act to see (not sure
But he's def not saying "actually")
Yo, if you don't hear back from me
It's prolly cause I ran off with a band and shot me up with some smack for free
I got a little buzzed
I went a little crazy
Said everything I said on Movies because of my buzz
I lost my brain before I rap
No allowance, fake sneakers, walked into a world of crack
Sold piece for Pumas, gold, and Nike's
Walked and talked like a rapstar
But was white, and did it right
Before girls, the acne came
I had a fade, spittin some Epmd-meets-Big Daddy Kane
Unlike the judge who cracked his hammer gently
Sent me to be evaluated, and the hospital kept me
I came home to make music weirder than De La's
But Bobbito knew I was butters like Professor Chaos
Turned into hours of blank cause my memory bank
Is crawlin with skanks like Hillary Swank
No disrespect, but your name rhymed homie
And til the final destination, Death can blow me
If you don't hear back from me
S'prolly cause my record flopped and my life is a catastrophe
If you don't hear back from me
S'prolly cause some doctors with hypodermics are still after me
If you don't hear back from me
It's prolly cause I'm dead to the world, literally or act to see
If you don't hear back from me
It's prolly cause I ran off with a band and shot me up with some smack for free
I climbed through dirt to get my name on this shit
When I jumped on the track like rainbow and spit
This party's goin to hell with blunts to the def
Yak and a [?] while he's wavin guns to his chest
Don't pass that shit
Don't throw me a lighter
I put more flakes behind my face than Tony the Tiger
I wasn't hearin what I said, left my ear on the stage
Puked up on a fan, the last of incoherent Cage
Didn't quit PCP, it quit me
Reality rolled me up, took 2 puffs, then clipped me
I snitched on a drug and got away lovely
Told em Johnny Dip from Hell, cops at 21 Dump St
You talk tough, then why you shaking like maracas?
Put a gun in your hand, you won't murder like B.A. Baracus
I need a new drug to make me ok