lyrics:
You got no business questioning a- questioning a
Thang, thang, thang
Thang, thang, thang
Thang, thang, tha
You got no business questioning a- questioning a
Thang, thang, tha-thang
Thang, thang, tha-tha
Thang, thang, thang, tha
You got no business questioning a- questioning a

Pop in
Pop out
If you didn't know me then, then just- just shut your mouth
You didn't know me in the north, so don't call when it goes south
Think I'm giving you my route? No, I'm taking you out

Some you need to take a run like DMC
I'm DND to all these texts that people send
They're TMP
I get a rest from all these people preachin' peace but really mean
They knew the sign but never really CND
On the screen, they're seein' me
I got electrons in my body
I got secrets in my trunk
And your girl doesn't want prison but she really wants to cuff
Yes, I'm glad I met you once, but I don't really wanna puck
You don't even get to duck when I just flank you like a duck

Pop in
Pop out
If you didn't know me then, then just- just shut your mouth
You didn't know me in the north so don't call when it goes south
Think I'm giving you my route? No, I'm taking you out

(Just two bands, got it?)

Just two bands, it's just two bands, it's just two bands, it's just two bands
For those bands, I'd get you handsy and romantic: Make you dance
But I wouldn't do that kind of thing despite saying the fact
It's just that you say you don't like me, yet there's values that you lack
You need to stop
You need to stop
You need to stop
You're acting silly
Feel like bathroom fish the way you got me asking "is it really?"
(Thang) Manny Pac the way I knock out
Stop this
Boom like the stocks in
Get ready for my pop-in

Pop in
Pop out
If you didn't know me then, then just- just shut your mouth
You didn't know me in the north so don't call when it goes south
Think I'm giving you my route? No, I'm taking you out
Pop in
Pop out
If you didn't know me then, then just- just shut your mouth
You didn't know me in the north so don't call when it goes south
Think I'm giving you my route? No, I'm taking you-

We're sorry
You have reached a number
That has been disconnected or is no longer in service

Money's comin' out my, uh
Money's comin' out my pockets

Money's comin' out my pockets as I'm laughing to the bank (I don't care!)
Got a couple puckin' bangers in the tank
I said don't pick up that phone
You don't wanna see what happens
I said don't pick up that phone 'less you wanna see the cabin (2 Le-)
Two Legit two Quit like MC Hammer when I'm rappin'
Take you and her to the cinema to show you both some action
I don't slow roast
I break you down all personal like fractions
Yes, I go ghost
Negotiating lames is not a habit

Uh, half-mast flag flying
Puck it I'll be gnashing, slashing
Call it class the way that you'll be passin'
And then I'll be dashin' (Catch)
Catch 22 catching 22
Like Scooter Braun
Try typing hate comments
With your puckin' arms cut off

Not even talking to you
It isn't worth it
Don't call me
This number's (No longer in service)
Not even begging for attention
I just walk in
Not even targeting
I just- I just pop in

Pop in
Pop out
If you didn't know me then, then just- just shut your mouth
You didn't know me in the north so don't call when it goes south
Think I'm giving you my route? No, I'm taking you out
Pop in
Pop out
If you didn't know me then, then just- just shut your mouth
You didn't know me in the north so don't call when it goes south
Think I'm giving you my route? No, I'm taking you

You got no business questioning a thang
You got no business questioning a thang
You got no business questioning a thang
You got no business questioning a thang

Can I Have Your Attention?

POP IN, POP OUT

HA HA HA HA! No transition
I'm a man on a mission
No pain in a pan in the kitchen
Mwah mwah mwah mwah mwah start kissin'
It's official. I love attention (Ha, ha, ha, ha!)
No pain in a pan in the kitchen
Mwah mwah mwah mwah mwah start kissin'
Eye-line girl into Bass Pro fishin'

Uh, they're all painting me stupid
Uh, long in the front like I'm Snoopy
Uh, don't say anything moving
Uh, I like her rolls like lumpia

(Ah, ah, ah)
Kevin alone like Macaulay Culkin
Your lies aren't you onta somethin'
All fake Ks like Oli London

Sometimes I say things that I don't believe in
Just to get into people's brains
And I have spread into lethal range
Sometimes I talk on things I have no degrees in
For no reason
Complex Napolean

See you this evening
I see you this evening
Like seasons I change and I age and I weaken
I passed her by, so just call me a deacon
Feel like Gaston with music from Sweden
Sometimes, I'm talking without meaning
Sometimes, I'm thinking without speaking
And sometimes I forget to say bye before I start leaving

Disintegrate, disassociate
Nothing's real. Don't create
No expressions-every face
Embrace nothing, leave no trace

Build our cities, fight the wars
Dance and sing, pandering (pandering)
All the while, we cannot shake
The nagging sense it's all a fake

Scurry, hustle, chase success
Trapped up in a horrid mess
Efforts frail, ambitions grand
watch him eat the specks of sand

He needs it by the month
He needs it by the month
He's from the South
He usually tells buddy to go back inside his house

(Hey, hey, look at me)
(Thanks)

HA HA HA HA! No transition
I'm a man on a mission
No pain in a pan in the kitchen
Mwah mwah mwah mwah mwah start kissin'
It's official. I love attention (Ha, ha, ha, ha!)
No pain in a pan in the kitchen
Mwah mwah mwah mwah mwah start kissin'
Eye-line girl into Bass Pro fishin'
Uh, they're all painting me stupid
Uh, long in the front like I'm Snoopy
Uh, don't say anything moving
Uh, I like her rolls like lumpia

(Ah, Ah, Ah Ahhh!) Cool new things I do
Haven't been outside
How is the sky because I think it's blue?

Let me just say let me just say something
Got one day and you all did nothing
Some of you need to meet me outsideeeeee
Okay, I'm just bluffin'
Follow my arrow like Musgrave loving
Get an A+ cause I gave something
So bored, I might just copy myself
We're jumping
We're punching
We're pulling seduction

You're bragging about cuffing season (Golden retriever...)
But your boyfriend's ugly
No money monsters looking like Michael and Sully
You aren't funny
And If you rate girls, then you won't find anyone loving
I like to go out the country
I got a two hundred quintillion inside my duffel
You know im not fronting, uh

NO TRANSITION

Stuck on my own. Gotta talk on my own
Gotta flip the script and (You what?!)
Stuck on my own. Gotta talk on my own
Gotta flip the script and turn a rock into stone
And the pennies to loans 
Many bet against the way that I'm setting my goals
Watch me make what they make wither
For a spot, you'd be sipping on paint thinner

And I say that I'm sorry but I'm not sorry
I'm looking up in the car and its starry
Me verses me like it's Ford and Ferrari
I lawyer on her like show me body

Habeas corpus
I am so gorgeous
You would pay for what I forge 
It's really simple
Broke a bone. Got a cap
Some of you are waiting for a model map

All out
I said it. I'm going all out
I said I'm pretty like Ricky
You ask where I'm at. I stickered your city
I'm waiting for reasons to answer your text and it just hasn't hit me
Grip the safety, lift the weight, free, trip and face me
I got a spear. Make you move in a line
I said, "Baby hit me one more time"

If you like
If you like it I love it
Care about me but I am not cuffin'
Like it how I'm not bluffin'
He like my style. It's toughy (Yeah, he say it's toughy)
Whip it up in a pot
Beat him up and I give him a (?)
You my son boy, you was (?)
NPC yeah, you was a bot
(Bot)
Said I love you. Yeah, I do not

Stuck on my own. Gotta talk on my own
Gotta flip the script and (You what?!)
Stuck on my own. Gotta talk on my own
Gotta flip the script and turn a rock into stone
And the pennies to loans 
Many bet against the way that I'm setting my goals
Watch me make what they make wither
For a spot, you'd be sipping on paint thinner

A&R said they're aching for great pillars 
But I'm there with the people like Wayne Miller
And you talk like you're not on those painkillers
You got caught and went back to the same dealer
You're not real like the F in concave mirrors
You can't cut it like sloppily taped scissors
I'm young and blessed to have so many mad at me
Cap and gown, but there's no cap in my salary

All out
I said it. I'm going all out
I said I'm pretty like Ricky
You ask where I'm at. I stickered your city
I'm waiting for reasons to answer your text and it just hasn't hit me
Grip the safety, lift the weight, free, trip and face me
I got a spear. Make you move in a line
I said, "Baby hit me one more time"

Fisher, baby, give me one more line
Fisher baby! (Uh!)
It's a sign of the times
I rip out your spin
You got your flesh without blood like it's Grimes
I'm checking the time like all of the time
Working on signs and my lines and designs
People who talked bad on me have no plays
They played stupid games and won a dumber prize

And people don't mind when they're undermining all the times that I cried
So much blood money running up and down my friends like it's heinz
I'm spending my hours on shrines
I'm spending hours frigid over every digit
Picking skin edges it's just proof that I'm all out
I'm crimson I'm gouged I'm drawn out
I'm crimson. I'm gouged. It's the price that I pay
And I like it that way cause I like that I'm paid
It's a vice in a way cause when I roll the dice
In my mind, I'm a cat
I got mice that I chase
I got mice that I chase
I got lines that I make 
I got tracks that I make
I don't cop out
It's all thought out
People hate on what's new like they thawed out
I wrote it, I sang it, I said, I mixed it, I sent it, 
You know i go all out 

All out!

ALL OUT (ft. gaptoothv4mp)

One
Two
One Two Three
Wow!

You wish you had a different name
Different game
Different way that you exclaim the way you're happy that I came
Got no shame
It's so funny, honey
Technicolor girls only see gray
When they're looking in the mirror
Say (Wow!)

I- I love so much that every time I feel so stupid
What you're doing to me now is why I only can say
(Wow!)
What am I doing
Moving either like I'm God or Cupid
Moving in a dream that's lucid
Now you got me spoiled and ruined
Now you got me dancing badly, madly
Off some kind of juice that you produced
For sake of movement through the valley
Caddy rallying a human
Get me loose and then I'll prove it
I said that I'm not the jealous type
Before I aimed my gun to shoot him (Chk chk, pow)

If your favorite sound is silence
Then I will not even speak
If you say we need to stay up
I'll say sleep is for the weak
And if you need me bilingual
Contigo, todo es unique
If you say you love photographers
Then pose
Say cheese!

(Wow!)
(Wow!)
(Wow!)
(Wow!)

I don't give space, I give hot
Call me Mister Misses Maker
Majoring in nature physics
And if you do one thing today
Then please understand
That I could give you anything
Except a well-made plan

I- I love so much
That every time I feel so silly
What you're doing to me now
Has got me changing up my style
What am I really, really doing
In a busy city
Acting off the way I'm giddy
Guess you're really my Achilles

If you say you love adventure
I will climb the highest peak
If you say you love a patient man
Then I will wait for weeks
And if you say you're sentimental
We'll be dancing cheek to cheek
And if you say that you love flowers
I will give you a boutique

If your favorite sound is silence
Then I... Ahem
If you say we need to stay up
I'll say sleep is for the weak
And if you need me bilingual
Contigo, todo es unique
If you say you love photographers
Then pose
Say cheese!

(Wow!)
(Wow!)
(Wow!)
(Wow!)

(Wow!)
(Wow!)
(Wow!)
(Wow!)

Say Cheese!

I saw twenty seven bodies when at Grand Lake
They were dropped
Unless getting shot
I felt panic for the plot
I went to the spot
They did not ask me for ID
There was not a single cop
Even near the liquor shop
Pop pop! close the door on me and get your fingers caught
Knock knock! In control like a top stock stopcock
Hot like a wok and you're following me
Like a shepherd with his flock
But I'm like a master lock

Can't copy! They're playing with their money all sloppy
Like monopoly. Nobody can stop me
I'm paparazzi the way I flash, snap no floppy
I could buy old school Atari

Running out of energy. No triple-A
I feel myself slip away
Shot in the dark. Made it ricochet
I can't scrub away my past
I'll probably end up double-A
And fail tryna run away with a priming double date

Uh, give all of my orders like a mandate
Stoop myself so I can think
Now I can't stand straight
We can't talk
We don't think the same and I can't translate
I don't think it can wait
I got manmade struggles handmade
Things you cannot patch up with a band-aid
Things that you cannot patch up with fanmail and grants paid
Demands made that without a plan I can't change
Damn straight

And I talk like I'm in La Folie
And I take the recognition like R.O.C
Do things myself to keep my R.O.E high
Know my trajectory like stars know the sky

But I don't know anything else about myself
Or if there's someone there to help
Or if there's someone there to help
Or if there's someone there to help
Or if there's someone there to help
Or if there's someone there to help
Or if I'll end up on the shelf

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MISFITS!

MISFITS! (FEAT. ISSBROKIE & CACITY) [PROD. GORT]

Do I smell?
Yea?
Is that a problem?
Umm, no..

If it's a dance
Then you better get sweaty
I might fall if I catch your scent cus' I

I’m in a trance
And we’re at your own place now
Hop on the couch
See me begging for a sniff cus' I’m

To be the one to call you owner
You could be my new Sperm donor
As you lift your shirt I'm closer
grab me by the maw into your arm-

PITS PITS PITS PITS
Sniff it with my maw I
PITS PITS PITS PITS
Smelling all of you its
PITS PITS PITS PITS
Getting me hard gimme more
PITS PITS PITS PITS
more more

You take your jocks off
They better be musky
I might melt if I catch ur scent cus' I

I’m in a trance
And you're making me sniff them
I might cum
See me begging for a whiff cus' I'm

To be the one to call you owner
You could be my new Sperm donor
As you lift your shirt I'm closer
grab me by the maw into your arm-

PITS PITS PITS PITS
Sniff it with my maw I
PITS PITS PITS PITS
Smelling all of you its
PITS PITS PITS PITS
Getting me hard gimme more
PITS PITS PITS PITS
more more

PITS PITS PITS PITS
Sniff it with my maw I
PITS PITS PITS PITS
Smelling all of you its
PITS PITS PITS PITS
Getting me hard gimme more
PITS PITS PITS PITS
more more

PITS

Track 6 from my latest album "CROWLEY". Now available for sale: rustycage.bandcamp.com/album/crowley-2

I Ain't The Man

(Yung Skayda) Intro:
(Here is the future, future, future)

(Yung Skayda) Hook:
I dress like I’m in jet set
(God damn) 
Knock a pussy out just like a bed set 
(Sheesh)
I feel like a GG with my headset 
Death is your kismet 
(Right)
x2

(Yung Skayda) Verse:
Carrots up on carrots up on diamonds that’s appeal shit 
Scaring all your parents when the mic switch on I kill shit
They see my guitar amps babygirl know that’s my kill switch 
They see all my followers like baby that’s a hit list 

Heard you bought a white tee
Ima turn that shit to red

I be poppin white teeth 
that shit put my ass to bed 
 
Oh yeah he don’t like me 
Cuz I fucked his wifey 
Yeah she wanna ride me
Ouu I think she like me 

Molly rocks in my green tea
XIX is the dream team
Be silent when I’m speaking 
I’m the shit, I’m the feces 

(Yung Skayda) Hook:
I dress like I’m in jet set
(God damn) 
Knock a pussy out just like a bed set 
(Sheesh)
I feel like a GG with my headset 
Death is your kismet 
(Right)
x2

(Karm the Tool: Verse:
Two bad bitches and they kissin on my dick
MMD
in a zip 
And I got it for 
the zip

You talking bout molly huh?
Molly huh?
I ain’t come here for no molly uh
I put that bitch on a dolly
he tryna chill he not my kemosabe 
Ollie 
Huh 
Ollie
All of my niggas get gnarly
Met up with a bitch took her straight to the crib
Now she riding my dick like a harley
Hahaha y’all think it’s funny 
Then I should kill all of you

(Yung Skayda) Hook:
I dress like I’m in jet set
(God damn) 
Knock a pussy out just like a bed set 
(Sheesh)
I feel like a GG with my headset 
Death is your kismet 
(Right)
x2

(Yung Skayda) 
We’re going faster 
Fast

KISMET

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