Lyrics Special Ladies - Cage

Special Ladies

I met her walking the dog, she had on shades and clogs
Kicking dog shit at her like, «I'm not these other frauds.»
Coulda had a sword to my neck, she would’ve gave a fuck
Bitches in New York give a fuck?
My mouth’s truck like I bit a range strange
I’m striking out with mad lines
Looked right past me like, «Nah, I’m not into black guys.»
What?
Would’ve slapped her if she said to talk to the palm
She’s shaking her fucking head around, don’t even got a Walkman on
I stepped to the left, she kept looking straight
I’m like, «This bitch is blind as fuck.»
and stuck my middle finger in her face
You don’t need rocket science to comprehend my views
You with a bitch that can’t see?
We’re bringing the whole camera crew
At Saks Fifth, they ain’t got shit on my surveillance
Alan fucked with the cunt and took the tape to his parents
Live web feed show her floppy D’s do
I know you can’t see me but we can all see you
At Cagekennylz.com, jump in the mind of madness
And get shit out on the Autobahn
I’m three hundred and sixty-five Benzes
Two hundred and ninety-eight BM’s and three Lexes
What’s the best part of Jersey?
Get to the city for a dollar
Walking down Broadway, seen her tittie through the collar
Insecure, chubby with chocolate on her celly
Pull her jugs to the neck line, her shirt shields her belly
Got three bucks, ain’t making dinner out of chips
If I get in this cow’s lap I can feast and fuck some tits
I’m like, «Hi.»
that was all it took for bait
She threw me on her back and sprinted to the lab but stopped for cakes
My hand’s full of tit on her couch unable to bend her
After a Thanksgiving meal and it’s fucking December
Fuck the Häagen-Dazs, I’ve been lodged in back fat
Go down on me, tittie cutie pie I don’t do that
She threw a thigh the size of my torso on the back of my neck
Made me french kiss her matted dog with its throat slit
I’m like luke in a ton ton with my fucking Timberlands hanging out the sumo’s
thong thong
I used to talk to this chick but never got to pounce her
Cause she works sixty-five hours a week as a councellor
For the handicapped, scooped her working at the Gap
The most I got in her was a finger after a fifty dollar dinner
Went to get her from work to bring her downtown
That’s when I bumped into Jennifer Love Hewitt with downs
I know it’s a little far-fetched but it ain’t a stretch
Like seeing famalan its textbook
Look, y’all can talk all the shit y’all want
But even Jerry Lewis would run up in this slut for a month
Her mindstate’s like she’s on drugs every hour
Mighty Mi seen me with her and I swear the fucking shit out her
(Alex, make love to me!)
Nevermind the goofy face, it’s a sport fuck to me
I’m balls deep, she starts to seizure and open wider
I’m was about to bust so I left my fucking dick inside her