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Текст песни Cage - Too Much

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Blue collar to corporate blessed the unfortunateLike when I put my foot down that bitch still aborted itStuck the canister under my jacket like the lucky one`Uh, sir you can`t leave with that,` Bitch this my fucking son!Put with the gun crammed in the gloveboxWith 151 drum bottles, I don`t drink, they gettin` flungWith lit rags in it, kill 10 step-dads a minuteStill won`t be a star till the label as a gimmickEven if I limit timid com-mi-tive cynicsEach one famous suicide at gunpoint to mimicYou too can be a mock-celeb or the last there isOr be ghost like money that played Casper in kidsI put a sick twist every other frame design soYou see AIDS victims selling pretzels at a slideshowWith a nine shown I brand and skin `emRun out of punchlines when you kids stop standin` in `em[Chorus]Yo Chris I think they think you know too muchYeah Sis I think you put coke up your nose too muchThey cut my hands off so I couldn`t hold too muchThey try to kill me through my dick with these hoes too muchYou stack dough too muchYou smack hoes too muchWell you can blame it on the mint leaves I roll too muchThey cut my hands off so I couldn`t hold too muchDon`t stand off, bullet holes show too muchThey see weed on dust with an ounce a poundIs like jumping out of building grabbing napkins on the way downMy impant I scarred, I`m anti-starThough I shine like one buried underground with yallAnd I tried to learn good just wasn`t concerned, shouldI really be on my sixth bottle of wormwoodMy skin is burnin` blisternin` aloe owDragged this big fat bitch in to see Shallow HalI drink Jack puff black in Orange CountyBought a gun with a body to stick in this whore`s AudiKnew this kid Craze he would stick dope on a chick open ha`Then I changed my name to Cage like Nick CoppolaAll these snakes with these forked tongues stitched togetherAfter I put down the pepper I switch the weatherWhatever rights they want to shrug off for safety feelin` takenFor a Rabbi appearance cuz they kneelin` to Satan[Chorus]Then, I stepped over the bloody axe frame with wax fameRogue pistol runnin` through New York like Max PayneOut shootin` celebs, I`m rootin` for fedsIn a pit of lions then we sip shoot from the headsI run with maniacs liable to kill at any minute thenI wonder why I can`t shake this insanity imageIt`s been a dead Cage since I`ve strapped to bedsAnd shot up with needles and five since I put gas to headsYou was bitch in high school no rep no threatRiding my jacket like I`m a hand off the fans at coat checkHaters want to put they bitches up no stressLike your life in the monitor box behind the deskI scribble shit on paper, pay rent, look at natureSee a menage before lunch, them bitches are raversDrive blazers, still inside my North FaceDrippin` formaldahyde and short-circuit my tazer[Chorus]

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