Dip Wet

[Verse 1: Tame One] Weathermen Doppler radar Accurate forecast from the trainyard From the almost famous but I ain't large That's the medium Encyclopedia Brown is here with me again Foreign power God like "this must be the ten" You'll get fucked up and wetted for production credit And standing too close to the edge to try and end it This the daredevil man without fear over here So fucked up I try to drink weed and smoke beer Great date making a tape Iller than everything in this milk crate Sicker than the stick that's in the pill case Coke or base smoking an eighth Guess who's back With [?] for construction [?] And popping off with caps It's the b-boy Captain Troy Drug store cowboy Nuts over the coco like this was Almond Joy Mad dogs want it [?] Grab a redhead from out the basement Don't get it twisted, I got it braided Rated R, ghetto star, Boom Skwad pres with the jars Like D-12 Bizarre with at least 8 bars We move by with the green destiny sword I get high when I record Sober, tape over jokers when I be bored Word bond, after we doing these songs and skits Push up in a strong bitch after an Eastern Conference performance Meet the blade shark, trademark The beaties and some Nikes, and a 5-pack of 3X white tees I'm the Ol' Dirty Bastard uncut, tip wet [Hook: Cage & Tame One] Oh look your chick's wet Dip wet Oh look your chick's wet We going dip wet, dip wet, dip wet, dip wet, dip [Verse 2: Cage] Leak brother from another mother box cutter Butter discover I ain't missing it So gutter I could jacuzz in my own piss and shit No move is subtle Got a clip for you to cuddle fag Feet, hands and head will get stuffed in a duffel bag Tits, you ain't got enough to grab First day out the pussy it was "blow me mom and fuck you dad" High school to the hospital, hospital to me in the shelf I'm so real Chris Palko can't even be hisself Who the fuck wanna lead sheep all day, I'll head beneath them After I'm coppin' a bag like a dead policeman I go ape shit like digested bananas In a world infested with cameras, y'all just flesh for piranhas You want my spot, I abandoned my vehicle Record labels are like bitches and none want to be with you Gun in my face I hope you don't expect me to panic I gave up on suicide y'all have to take me off this planet Weathermen pop out like a great white's jaws when it's snacking I'll break your rib cage and ask you what the fuck's cracking This Camp Blood, y'all get more than a bear hug I'll shit on your dreams and wipe my ass on your prayer rug Don't try to come at me, you too righteous to know me Middletown rappers that ain't with EST can blow me