Fat Cage

[Verse: D-sisive]
I’m Fat Cage in a parka
Fat Cage in a North Face that weighs more than my daughter
Fat Cage that weighs more than Drake, Lorde and Rihanna
Fat Cage, I’m half-baked like Dave smoking ganja
Cancel my show then hop on a plane flown to Ghana
Fly back to Chicago and explain to Oprah my problems
On the same sofa Tom was high on Katie Holmes vagina
Risky Business dancing over Katie Holmes’ vagina?
I’ve seen working girls on Jarvis that are way doper and flyer
Girls with adam's apples and grape bulges are finer
But who am I to judge? Whatever floats your ocean liner
Who am I, you ask? I’m Fat Cage in a parka
Fat Cage Kennylz in a parka in the sauna
I grew up in a fridge where your cold days are our hotter
Where white boys in college wear Spain clothes in the autumn
We’ve all seen those fucking dummies who wear shorts in the autumn
And we all go “look at that fucking dummy, it’s autumn”
Connor, please accept it’s no longer August
But who am I to judge? I’m Fat Cage in a parka
Fat Cage with a razor blade between my crooked chompers
And chompers is a shitty word for teeth, I’ll be honest
I drew a blank, but even Picasso paints his blanks when he draws ‘em
Fuck it, I’m Fat Cage in a parka
Fat Cage in a North Face that weighs more than my daughter
Who sticks out like Pat Sajak roaming the projects
Or, voguing in Harlem
Or, throwing up the Roc sign at Jim Jones in Harlem
Yeah, I write like, nobody’s watching
And I don’t write rhymes, I write Beethoven sonatas
And you, write Beethoven the dog sagas
Dogs who drive cars and planes and talk
That perfect combination of English and bark
And saves his family from, financial ruins and the bank stops the foreclosure
And his owner kneels down and thanks a Labrador
Then the dog gets a bone and we applaud, applesauce
What the fuck is going on?
I feel hot in this parka
Pass me my black hoodie and, Walmart pajamas
I’m Fat Cage in pajamas
Fat Cage in pajamas
An underground god from Toronto
Bye