Cage
The Gutter
[Verse 1: Castro The Savage]

I hit rock bottom, with nothing to lose
On course to act a fool, or pack my jewels
Start goin' apeshit on the next man
You got (?) enough, start embracin' the hate
Wanna taste my blood, to see if I'm breathing
With a gun to my head, it'll be fun to be dead
And I got a little shorty, who loves her daddy
Almost as much as her daddy loves forties(?)
Scared of heights about to plummet to Earth
Planted face first in a bed of red dirt
Spark a "L" while I'm rockin' (?)
Figure out how I'm goin' to get paid committing date rape
Never knew how much I had until I lost it
My girl took my guns and locked 'em in a closet(?)
Everybody still banging on thе door
All I want is solace from a sharp metal object
I'm tryna keep kids from gеttin' fucked up
But if you all keep yappin' I'mma nail your trap shut
You said you'd keep the faith(?) (?) burnin'
You don't believe me n***a? Take it from The Worm King!

[Verse 2: Cage (Alex The Worm King)]

My brain's so sick from my imagination
Run out and pull some heinous shit then paint you the illustration
And I got a little girl that I made with my dick
Couldn't wait the nine months so it six, I'll (?) the other bitch
The way I live my life's a horror flick
Bitches always screaming "blood!" then coast(?) all shit
(?) get the re-up, then call(?) them for that (?)
Exercised all my demons with free weights
Laugh at retards, and keep cards
Banging trash can lids together in an enteral sleep ward
Smack the biggest motherfucker in his face kid
And I hope he got a gun
Cus I'm lookin to get wasted
Dickriders, it's time to saddle up
Battle fucks, then I drink Jack and tackle some sluts
What you drankin' bitch? Let me bum the smoke
And while she's in her purse, Castro, catch the rum and coke(?)
[Verse 3: Castro The Savage]

I hope you ain't takin' this shit for a joke
Cus when I'm broke, I aim a bike spoke at your wife's throat
Take whatever, leave her corpse for the weathermen
Spin where I (?) the club, with the gentlemen
Who am I to judge or be judged?
Gettin' smoked out in the lab, watchin' reruns
Got my son's name tatted on my right arm
Keep me from slashin' my wrists, who you asking bitch?
Enough talk, it's time to start acting
Can't get paid rappin', so I'm slashin'
Open up your mind for a minute
Rolled this spy guy(?) for a few bucks to buy Guiness (style)
Open up the bottle with my teeth
Spit blood in the street
Get drunk, and go handle beef
Word to life, another crazy white boy
With a death wish
Sound dead(?) grippin' on her necklace
Spittin' truth from the gave to the youth
Showin' you there's much more to life than a gold tooth
You can hate all you want but there's a reason why
Scrutiny, rhymes with mutiny
Twenty bars and you still don't know
Put your faith in your foe, see how far you go
I hope you make it up from the gutter
Cus there ain't no elbow room, motherfucker! (Hah!)