Out the Cage

[Pre-Chorus: Insane Poetry]
You know I feel those urges, oh yes, them violent urges
It's just my killer instincts that are just tryna surface
Voices keep talking to me, they say that time is perfect
Let loose the anger inside and write those verses

[Chorus: Insane Poetry]
I'm out the cage
Savage in a motherfucker, you about to feel all his rage
I'm out the cage
No mercy for your life, butcher knife 'fore I whip out the gauge
I'm out the cage
I got the devil in my pen, write the sin that drips on the page
I'm out the cage
No one is safe from my blades, I'ma pray that I leave 'em serrated
I'm out the cage

[Verse 1: Claas]
Yeah
They won't even see me coming till I run up on 'em screaming they gon' die
A motherfucker seems to love it when I see the fear is all up in they eyes
I'm on the hunt for the blunt force trauma, kick they skull into they mind
Put they bodies in a dark place, see me like I'm Scarface and see what you gon' find
I'm out the cage see the dogs on the loose
I've been a killer, bitch I'm long in the tooth
I've been a winner 'cause I'm raw in the booth, but that don't fucking mean I won't go put a saw into you
And they call me the truth, sick shit spraying brains 'cause they cause me to shoot
Causing calamity, my cause is to prove that ain't nobody fucking better than their god and it's true
Ha, you see that shit?
All the evil in that sheepish spit
While I'm giving 'em a sheepish grin
'Cause the devil is alive and it's indeed me, Nick
I'm screaming "let me in"
Like the fiend, baby let me sin
Ain't nobody gonna stop this shit
I'm a Wendigo, let 'em never watch me win

[Pre-Chorus: Insane Poetry]
You know I feel those urges, oh yes, them violent urges
It's just my killer instincts that are just tryna surface
Voices keep talking to me, they say that time is perfect
Let loose the anger inside and write those verses

[Chorus: Insane Poetry]
I'm out the cage
Savage in a motherfucker, you about to feel all his rage
I'm out the cage
No mercy for your life, butcher knife 'fore I whip out the gauge
I'm out the cage
I got the devil in my pen, write the sin that drips on the page
I'm out the cage
No one is safe from my blades, I'ma pray that I leave 'em serrated (Woo)
I'm out the cage

[Verse 2: Insane Poetry]
Didn't let loose an apex
Sever your little neck wearing latex
Bloody gloves was involved-volved in eight deaths
The predator just mauled through they chests
All lime when dissolving they flesh
I'm hungry, I'm starving, I can't rest
Butcher Brother, I'm carving through they breasts
Insane Poetry, the author that paints death
I'm raging hot, I won't stop now
When the gauge is out, you get shot down
Evil coming out of the cage fresh out of lockdown
A demon gunning, coming with pain, flames is hot (Blaaow)
Open wigs giving donut holes
A luau with the pigs, yes, I'm roasting those
My butcher knife slashes through your neck, leave your throat exposed
Six of 'em ended and two of 'em left comatose
And I'm just getting started, I'm the grimmest artist
Watch 'em all bleed out when their limbs are parted (Oh)
Yes, they all scream out when the killings started
Because the things got wild when the killings started

[Bridge: Insane Poetry]
I'm out of my cage, it's all about rage, about-about carnage (Carnage)
The voices inside, they told me they nothing but targets, so fuck 'em regardless

[Pre-Chorus: Insane Poetry]
You know I feel those urges, oh yes, them violent urges
It's just my killer instincts that are just tryna surface
Voices keep talking to me, they say that time is perfect
Let loose the anger inside and write those verses

[Chorus: Insane Poetry]
I'm out the cage
Savage in a motherfucker, you about to feel all his rage
I'm out the cage
No mercy for your life, butcher knife 'fore I whip out the gauge
I'm out the cage
I got the devil in my pen, write the sin that drips on the page
I'm out the cage
No one is safe from my blades, I'ma pray that I leave 'em serrated
I'm out the cage

[Outro: Insane Poetry]
Savage in a motherfucker, you about to feel all his rage
No mercy for your life, butcher knife 'fore I whip out the gauge
I got the devil in my pen, write the sin that drips on the page
No one is safe from my blades, I'ma pray that I leave 'em serrated