Cage Grand Ol' Party Crash Lyrics

I wake up to a caffeine cigarette vaccine
then bathe in water I wouldn't drink before gasoline
feel like a loser cuz I'm not in Fallujah
paintin' a land cruiser with an Iraqi then taking his ruger
no M-16 to give me a callus
inhuman super malice for GOP Uber Alles
baby suicide bombers hurdle suitcases in a nursery
I'm in a deli eatin' tuna tasting the mercury
Then try to wash it down with a two dollar bottle of water
get on the train and think of terrorists with box cutters
Gun concealer cuz I see a realer reality
and what I breathe through my nasal cavities is killing my batteries
Bombs in metropolis out all eye sockets esophagus melted out some Shiite group will get their props for this look
I need petrol for my Mercedes but I'm not trying to kneel or bow for Emperor Cheney (NO!)
Maybe I'm crazy but I will not just follow the herd unless of course it's en route to lynch Mike Bloomberg
Being pimped by a gas pump and all it's Saudi members are like 'f___ you' with New York''s two middle fingers.
If the opposite of pro is a con then look beyond this, the opposite of congress must be progress
What if the second coming's aborted and put in the dirt?
I still don't know what to wear with this orange alert

American flags fly morale's high
A unit of 20 or so repelling from Apaches in the sky into a village of killers
little Jimmy from Jackson
Mississippi just graduated and seeing action
M-16 locked, loaded and spitting properly whoever's in that line of line of fire chest full of democracy
Turn the corner team leader neck up to the nose gone blown off
this is not PS2's SOCCOM
Jimmy stays so calm
shoots count nothin' riddled in his back
answers come flying out of his stomach
face down then it's face up in a bed almost dead eyes slowly open I.V. bag and no legs
A couple sandwiches, some b_____ bandages in a room full of amputee G.I amateurs
he gets the word that his unit didn't make it got a free ticket home and flatlined before he got to take it

Cops tape the scene up gunner downs 9 they're chasin' away kids playin' hop-scotch in his chalk outline
Two F-16's screech an iridescent sky look down we're not in Iraq we're in NY
Rats in the streets we move underground like earthworms two coasts couldn't abort Satan in his first term
The army in the subway walkin' with toolies
I'm on the train with the back of the dollar bill still talkin' to me
Drive with my left I know what's right my weapon hand like the map of DC streets still shows a pentagram
License on the car window when I pass through you've seen the news, no joke New York pig department will blast you
My Weatherman party is invite only soldier cuz with one wave of King G Dub's scepter it's over
the right to a__emble puts the bureau's team on you look into my file and nod to this while Jello screams on you