A Crowd Killer Lyrics - Cage

I'm an anarchist, no wait, I'm an Antichrist 

Couldn't find a third six of my scalp so I used a knife 

Scratched it in, I'm wasted, getting trashed again 

An active ten, laughing and slashing friends 

Selling dust to kids is how I used to spend the day 

'Cause I was only trying to live like Tim McVay 

I respect women's lib by letting them get their mace off 

My dogs are hungry so I flick em with cutting your face off 

Follow my lead, smoke weed and bleed sloppy 

If you see me selling out in the store one more copy 

Jump in the crowd and start swinging the cordless 

Then dismember all you high-tech spy kids with a swordfish 

See these cats in the streets off TV, they all bitch 

Fans with a mic wanna battle, they all shit 

So I push cop killers and things, they call quits 

Then let off one in the crowds, they all hits 

My career's low on gas, I'm stabbing the rapper in sight 

A suicidal failure like Shady's ex-wife 

One day got too pissed and sliced open two wrists 

I punch lines 'til there's coke all over my two fists 

Look off over crowd, connect nicotine buzz 

Then find your bitch dug out like the headrest where them screens was 

Fuck your six, I got sixteen waiting 

Anymore patient than when they switched me to out-patient 

Left the hospital and dissed my whole crew 

Even pop knew the deal and walked out when I was two 

Get slammed in the dirt, murked and earth plate shaked 

You ain't stirring hurricanes, you breath on birthday cake 

See some more fags, we'll choke them herbs 

And beat promoters down and be booked on spoken word 

If I'm too sick, I'm sorry, I'm trying to get my head right 

Wrapped up in this cult that I started on my website 

See these cats in the streets off TV, they all bitch 

Fans with a mic wanna battle, they all shit 

So I push cop killers and things, they call quits 

Then let off one in the crowds, they all hits 

I snap a copy of Blade on DVD in half 

Slice your neck and hand you a pamphlet on AIDS 

Smut Peddlers, break up is apparent 

When I put shit together like Malcolm McLaren 

So Keep staring, I keep feeding your brain flaws 

I'm porn again like the scam that got me in chain stores 

Cage, number 9 on Billboard, fuck 

Now I gotta sick Kubrick on Lil' Bow Wow's nuts 

Long range shots to where you and your mans is 

Missed and hit some skinny ugly white bitch in Kansas 

Scratch her eyes out right where the evil itched her 

Need a [unverified] elixir, a heaven [unverified] 

See these cats in the streets off TV, they all bitch 

Fans with a mic wanna battle, they all shit 

So I push cop killers and things, they call quits 

Then let off one in the crowds, they all hits