| I’m an anarchist, no wait, I’m an Antichrist
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| Couldn’t find a third six of my scalp so I used a knife
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| Scratched it in, I’m wasted, getting trashed again
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| An active ten, laughing and slashing friends
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| Selling dust to kids is how I used to spend the day
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| 'Cause I was only trying to live like Tim McVay
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| I respect women’s lib by letting them get their mace off
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| My dogs are hungry so I flick em with cutting your face off
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| Follow my lead, smoke weed and bleed sloppy
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| If you see me selling out in the store one more copy
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| Jump in the crowd and start swinging the cordless
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| Then dismember all you high-tech spy kids with a swordfish
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| See these cats in the streets off TV, they all bitch
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| Fans with a mic wanna battle, they all shit
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| So I push cop killers and things, they call quits
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| Then let off one in the crowds, they all hits
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| My career’s low on gas, I’m stabbing the rapper in sight
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| A suicidal failure like Shady’s ex-wife
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| One day got too pissed and sliced open two wrists
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| I punch lines 'til there’s coke all over my two fists
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| Look off over crowd, connect nicotine buzz
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| Then find your bitch dug out like the headrest where them screens was
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| Fuck your six, I got sixteen waiting
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| Anymore patient than when they switched me to out-patient
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| Left the hospital and dissed my whole crew
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| Even pop knew the deal and walked out when I was two
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| Get slammed in the dirt, murked and earth plate shaked
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| You ain’t stirring hurricanes, you breath on birthday cake
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| See some more fags, we’ll choke them herbs
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| And beat promoters down and be booked on spoken word
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| If I’m too sick, I’m sorry, I’m trying to get my head right
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| Wrapped up in this cult that I started on my website
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| See these cats in the streets off TV, they all bitch
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| Fans with a mic wanna battle, they all shit
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| So I push cop killers and things, they call quits
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| Then let off one in the crowds, they all hits
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| I snap a copy of Blade on DVD in half
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| Slice your neck and hand you a pamphlet on AIDS
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| Smut Peddlers, break up is apparent
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| When I put shit together like Malcolm McLaren
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| So Keep staring, I keep feeding your brain flaws
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| I’m porn again like the scam that got me in chain stores
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| Cage, number 9 on Billboard, fuck
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| Now I gotta sick Kubrick on Lil' Bow Wow’s nuts
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| Long range shots to where you and your mans is
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| Missed and hit some skinny ugly white bitch in Kansas
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| Scratch her eyes out right where the evil itched her
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| Need a elixir, a heaven
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| See these cats in the streets off TV, they all bitch
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| Fans with a mic wanna battle, they all shit
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| So I push cop killers and things, they call quits
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| Then let off one in the crowds, they all hits |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song A Crowd Killer , by - Cage. Song from the album Movies For The Blind, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп