| One of us equals many of us
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| Disrespect one of us, you’ll see plenty of us
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| Come on, come on, come on, come on
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| Come on, come on, ahh, yeah
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| You want Cage in the flesh, paper wants ink to bless
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| You see me in the streets, be glad I spit this stress
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| Punch through your chest and rip your spine out
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| Now that Cage got your back, you can spit that rhyme out
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| I’m stompin' on these chat room fakes
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| Whose hip-hop burf coincides with them cheesy remakes
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| You little kids playin' the critics hard
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| Go back to your other hobby, Pokemon cards
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| Local MC’s wont start it, done
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| On the mic, I make more faces than the retarded son
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| Minstrel, doin' a hump, takin' a dump
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| The life of Cage, take drugs, pass out, wake up in the cunt
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| I got this e-mail from your female
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| Shes meetin' me, suckin' me off of three wails
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| Don’t discuss the details, «Hee hee, I won’t»
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| Leave a dollar on the nightstand and watch E-bail
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| Once again, this is it
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| Smut Peddlers tearin' up the industry
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| Sendin' kids back to the lab for more practice
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| Once again, this is it
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| Smut Peddlers tearin' up the industry
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| Amazing feats happen when we come out to play
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| I’m livin' in a monotone paisley
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| Look into my eyes and all you see is hazy
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| Somethin' out of dark ages paintings, smiles can’t hide
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| Think I’ll sit back and watch life go by
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| In about four sex acts, a cheerleader will begin to bleed
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| Then we’ll bring you up to speed on the orange deed
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| My seeds procreate, I ejaculate grown infants
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| Then blow shotties in they face to finish the sentence
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| The fact is, you suck like 'Ishtar' does
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| Dick Starbuck and Cage spark dust up
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| Yeah, I stuck around like your plymouths car rust
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| Fuck your startin' five, the startin' three are us
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| Stick my dick in almost any hole
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| If I got plastic on and my Toxic Avenger mask is on
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| Celebrate like my pops when his bastard was born
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| Stretch the pussy like some starlet tryin' to last in porn
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| Once again, this is it
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| Smut Peddlers tearin', tearin' up the industry
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| Sendin' kids back to the lab for more practice
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| Once again, this is it
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| Smut Peddlers tearin' up the industry
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| Amazing feats happen when we come out to play
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| This is the meaty part of the discussion
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| Slice the underbelly of my hunger jelly, splash the scene
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| Crashed the Beam in half then laughed, I ain’t shook to shaft
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| Put another hole in your head to stash my fist
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| And slash your wrists with a 'Porn Again' CD
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| Cracked the jar, then the cigar, then it goes to E
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| I’m in a trance with the evilest glance
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| My moral obligation is the feeblest stance
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| Anti-semetic dipshits, wearin' polo
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| Ya’ll ever heard of Ralph Lipschitz?
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| Oh no, check my aura, in 3D photos
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| Whether at regular speed or super slow mo
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| Once again, this is it
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| Smut Peddlers, tearin' up the industry
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| Sendin' kids back to the lab for more practice
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| Once again, this is it
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| Smut Peddlers tearin' up the industry
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| Amazing feats happen when we come out to play |