Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
The High & Mighty
Performer
Cage
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Milo Berger
Composer
Erik Meltzer
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DJ Mighty Mi
Producer
Lyrics
Ah, yes ( in, in in ) Ah ( out, out, out )
Ah, shit ( in, in in ) Ah ( out, out, out )
Ah, yes ( in, in in ) tell 'em ( out, out, out )
Doin' the Humpty Dance on the cowboy star
I'm homely handsome, your crew lookin like Gwar
This albino, in a film noir
People do not treat me like Abdul-Jabbar
The cawkus(?) artist
Got a harlequinn's ass propped up on the arm rest
Of the velvet automan
And in my spare time, I'm feedin' the chastized, clandestine
This tainted ass moonshine, me Mr. Eon (you can call me that)
Or E-gas your girl is calling me E flats
Deep dumby, you fucking crumb creep
Do you and your fancy-pants crew quite lovely
And you whirly girlie, is jerking me
To the point where she needs some (?) surgery
(?) hustable, without the diluted (?)
At the pen relays (?) naucious
Cancel the peddlers? Motherfuckers never
In-outs and in-outs, the taste you remember
From a virgin, to a first freak-and-deak endeavor
Here to throw a wrench in your corny ass agenda
Cancel the peddlers? Motherfuckers never
In-outs and in-outs, the taste you remember
From a virgin, to a first freak-and-deak endeavor
Here to throw a wrench in your corny ass agenda
Rage bitch (rage bitch), get off the fucking stage kids
I heard you were dead (Behold Cage lives)
Serial drill, refill the mops bloody
Got extra mags for each one of my opps' buddies
Nah, we're not about to get a lil deep
How come every dude with "lil" in his name's a lil creep?
Still keep a few bars to get a lil sleep
R.I.P. your jewelry off your corpse like Lil Peep
(Rip) On her knees praying for in-outs
After I tucked it into her mouth like a Zyn Pounch
She'll never hear me say "I do"
Bitch got a body count higher than her IQ
(Yeaugh) She thinks she's under a genius
I don't wanna lose my penis, I'm already barely z-list
(Oh shit) Bitch got weird teets, dudes still eat her pussy like beard meats food
Cancel the peddlers? Motherfuckers never
In-outs and in-outs, the taste you remember
From a virgin, to a first freak-and-deak endeavor
Here to throw a wrench in your corny ass agenda
Cancel the peddlers? Motherfuckers never
In-outs and in-outs, the taste you remember
From a virgin, to a first freak-and-deak endeavor
Here to throw a wrench in your corny ass agenda
My final form can't be ignored no more
My brain got numb by the (?) liquor
That I adorned
Only liquid now is vysine
We didn't go together like me and (?)
Seen I been the illest, just ask me, sho nuff
Dick Starbuck the CEO of GoPuff
I was a shogun warrior in '82
I spit like the Godzilla model right at you
I'm (?), saxophone collossus
Turn your quaint funks into (?) moshpits
I bang the building with pinball tilting
Pass that! I specialize in blizz(?) killing
It's from (?) to Gangrene, driking sips from a canteen
It's Eon on the cover of your (?)
Meddling kdis, you ain't peddling this
I step to your G, and spell like a (?), so
Cancel the peddlers? Motherfuckers never
In-outs and in-outs, the taste you remember
From a virgin, to a first freak-and-deak endeavor
Here to throw a wrench in your corny ass agenda
Cancel the peddlers? Motherfuckers never
In-outs and in-outs, the taste you remember
From a virgin, to a first freak-and-deak endeavor
Here to throw a wrench in your corny ass agenda
( out, out, out, in in in )
( out, out, out, in in in )
( out, out, out, in in in )
( out, out, out )
( out, out, out, in in in )
( out, out, out, in in in )
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Written by: Erik Meltzer, Milo Berger