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letra de hell's winter (demo) - cage

[intro: cage]
there’s something in the way not for dr. zummer
hocked a tumor in the loogie and left it in montezuma
swam back to the us after russian roulette
no deal on the table, give me a label to suplex

[verse 1: cage]
came to fill them with pain, take a print of my brain
flash it on the screen, you won’t leave the cinema sane
had a following fondling and it wouldn’t let go
‘til i spiked the ec football into the def jux endzone
and when it hit the grass, it covered the crowd with mud
mom slippеd my bare ass out, i covered thе ground with blood
then she wiped it on my face like war paint
then slapped me, i cry, i’ma die with a hardcore brain
cracked the door’s frame when i opened the world around it
exhale the hinges in the air with them ounces
my frontal lobe bounces off the wall, then it rots from
the picture that it painted like suicide with a shotgun

[hook: cage]
i’m trying to pick up the pieces, keep cutting
my hands. when i put it back together, it’s feces
in a permanent h-ll, i find tranquility teaches
me how to design perfect masks around you creatures
we’re going too far, n0body could reach us
i’m starting to drown, and i’m covered with leeches
until my last breath, they’ll be screaming from the bleachers
then i’ll be dead like all my teachers
[verse 2: cage]
despite all my rage, i’m a rat in a cage disguise
communicate your love, injecting bleach in my eyes
the dubiously demented dented to dependant cradles
slipped through a grasp from the broken glass, highly unstable
i left a label, then my girl left me shortly after
i told her don’t call me again, or i’ma freaking blast her
time-travel every time i’m in a trance, i walk
with an umbrella through the reign of terror in france
don’t go to the club to dance, i stand there with a glass of vodka
come to terms, i’m just like my b-st-rd father
left my mother with a kid and flipped her lid
when i started to look like him, she threw me out the crib
and i was only two, my grandmother was a hitler youth
just dropped “agent orange,” and ain’t got no dough to fix this tooth
i’m thinking out loud “i hate life” like that matters
letting sh-t out that happened to fit in a rap pattern

- cage

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