Got Wet

[Verse 1: Cage] I got a monkey on my back with two gats Bipolar and a headless angel laying dead on my shoulder The hairs in my lungs are my dying kids That don't eat, until I put the leak to my lips I'm spiraling down till this thing pop off Like grandad in the sky with his wing shot off You can't stop the scam My blunts be in the water more than Aquaman's blunts Like a little kid that stained with Juice And this magazine will be red/read when I spray it loose Who got this chicks lips speaking wrong to us Chew four letter words like Cheech & Chong on dust Oh this cocaine's rigged off the wall For ten years like Kurt Cobain's Wig I click the pen, don't know what pours out My claim, this bird yackin what's in my balls out [Hook: Yak Ballz] Got Wet? I'll give you wet Out of my head and I'm high as a jet So you wanna get wrecked? I'm the connect, and we can see death through a dipped cigarette A dip sick of ray to the brain like a tech Nine as I climb through my mind in the mess I said I wanna see death through these eyes when I'm bent These lines in my head and a bottle of wet [Verse 2: Tame One] Wet to death, high as red mixed with meth To get off my cigarettes vets need 12 different steps To the left with it My visits to left leave liquid to pick with My dipsicks hit like pick-6 Bangin like a hallow tip I'm leaking like when the bottle tips It's to whom it may concern apocalypse From loonie bin Kin toxic twin with the hot shit from the moshpit Gremlin in the cockpit, hard to handle as chopsticks Aqua fresh from one dip in the flesh, yes I be screaming on records like DJ SNS I'm a mess, with the classical drug story like Scarface Cigars laced with that fresh out of the jar taste My liquid diet's a riot, try it and see Narcotic product endorsement, enforced some vitamin C The leak-leak-leak-lottery probably need a break Consider this something special to puff like cheescake [Hook] [Verse 3: Cage] Trapped in a jar with a jetski, dusty dazy Things are mesky, contrary to where I'm buried and resting Time stands still, hands on my clock piss battery acid While I spit paint from the same cavity basket Watery, puddery, stuttering What the fuck are we when the planet gets cold I got a fresh bundle to cover me Then suddenly, a mortal open a portal then diving through it You ain't gotta lie to do it Just have a little lighter fluid [Tame One] Squeezing my beedis and get nuff liters of leaky And what I written be drippin like insufficient graffiti People see me or hear me completely lost in the fog Blackin and barkin like all the parts in Atomic Dog PCP funk allstar like I was Bootsy The most narcotic product that ever got on a loosie I'm charismatic, the baddest out of the addicts With wet so savage you smell it through two layers of cabbage [Hook]