(Verse 1)  You can take your last breath, put your vinyl to rest  No fight to the death it's a suicidal success  Jealous of you? You're 5'2", low IQ  My words strike you, and any motherfucker that likes you  "It's coming, Seamus!" And that's how you strike back?  You drove home with an icepack to write that?  His teeth are loose now, his neck needs a noose  How dare you say you're holding guns, you're rolling with Beetlejuice  I black out 'til I'm blue in the face  Necro laced "Agent Orange", kid but you a disgrace  Yelling "save hip-hop" but how the fuck are you helping?  You went from Pete Nice to Pete Nelson  Yelping like your dog Kubrick, them toothpicks gave you looselips  "The gauge goes..." I don't give 2 shits  That mescaline got you talking like you're MC Ren  You couldn't even profit off a beef with Eminem  Your own boys cut Slim Shady a check  And did a joint with him, now you wanna talk about respect?  I don't think so, "Eso why you wilin' in your rhymes?"  I had to get it out my system like "Movies for the Blind"    (Chorus)  He said he had a deathwish, the motherfucker proved it  Suicide this, suicide that - DO IT!  All that physical shit I've done been through it  You had your chance to take it to the stage and you blew it!    (Verse 2)  I can't believe that I'm wasting this beat on someone so cheap  Someone so shook, so pussy, so weak  "Cage you could've came harder than that!"  He didn't have time, he was typing online  Defending himself 'cause he knows his wax won't sell  Cop "Dangerous Connection" if you really wanna "Cop Hell"  I rock well, but hold the applause  And save it for the gay rapper straight outta Stoney Lodge  "He probably doesn't do drugs, he just likes to pose"  Well I know he does helium before he spits flows  You should drop the mic maybe make some advances  Try some spoken word, change your name to Cage Francis  Screaming "EC for life" but why lie?  You only down with Mighty Mi cause he be getting you high  After S.O.B.'s you said NY hates us  But half the city called the next day to congratulate us    (Chorus)  He said he had a deathwish, the motherfucker proved it  Suicide this, suicide that - DO IT!  All that physical shit I've done been through it  You had your chance to take it to the stage and you blew it!    (Verse 3)  I went looking for the Worm King in the Rotten Apple  Headed down to NY to challenge him to battle (what happened?)  He said "No" then got punched at his own show  I gotta thank the little homie Celph for that though  Copywrite made the right move cutting class  I got so much dirt on him he's rocking a mud mask  High Exhaulted? More like sexually assaulted  As a youth, you're a redneck you ain't the truth  I'm spoiled and rich? Who's sniffing the yae?  Who threatens to kill himself when he doesn't get his way?  Who fronts like a psycho when he's straighter than an A?  Cage!! while I rip (w)rappers like Christmas day  "We used to go to shows, drink, dance, get high"  Well now you go to shows and get cracked in the eye  You Cats wanna battle, you can get that ass planted  Bring it to Boston kid and get that wish granted!    (Chorus)  He said he had a deathwish, the motherfucker proved it  Suicide this, suicide that - DO IT!  All that physical shit I've done been through it  You had your chance to take it to the stage and you blew it!    (Esoteric talking)  Mother fucker, you're right, 30 minutes ain't shit. Demigodz, AOTP, 7L on the beat!!  (Sample from the wedding singer)  *punching noise* Hey why don't you write a song about this? You can call it I  Got punched in the nose, for sticking my face in other peoples business.  *Laughs*  Sounds like a country song....