[Maniacal laughter] [Verse 1] I’m the Ghost Rider, scraping at the door, Face melter, stunt jumper, talent to the core. Put the bunny back in the box, Con Air flex, Southern drawl, mullet strong, doin’ deadlift reps. “I’m a vampire!” runnin’ wild through the street, Alphabet rage, shoes off my feet. National Treasure, I’m stealin’ the scrolls, Put 5000 percent into each of my roles. Gone in 60 Seconds, Eleanor’s mine, Burnin’ rubber through the streets to save his bloodline. I don’t play parts — I absorb ’em and spit, Big Daddy a Kick-Ass dad with a lethal kid. Got a village full of women, and I came to box, Got my bear suit on and your chin got rocked Color Out of Space, I dissolve into light, With alpaca blood on my shirt tonight. [Chorus] UNCAGED! (Not the bees, not the bees!) UNCAGED! (I’M A VAMPIRE! on repeat!) UNCAGED! (How’d it get burned?!) He’s quotin’ his life while the world turns. [Verse 2] The Rock got wild, but I scaled that height, Flare in my grip, yellin’ “cut the green wire right!” Massive Talent, Cage playin’ Cage, full course, Meta as hell and rockin’ a bitchin’ Porsche. Avenged my wife with a tiger tee and an axe to the noggin Bloody, trippin’ balls and watching cheddar goblin I said “I’ll be taking these Huggies and whatever cash ya got,” That’s Raising Arizona, now pass the tater tots. “I’m gonna steal the Declaration,” no cap, Left behind lemon juice and a treasure map. I bought a haunted crib with my last five checks, Wrote a contract in blood with a T-Rex head Drive Angry out the gate, hell in my eyes, With Amber Heard and a shotgun surprise. Lord of War with a monologue flow, Sellin’ arms, sellin’ lines, and stealin’ the show. [Chorus] UNCAGED! (Put the bunny back in the box!) UNCAGED! ( -I’ll rescue myself!) UNCAGED! (I’m a one-man apocalypse now!) He’s a force of nature, no goddamn doubt. [Verse 3] Welcome to Pig, I ain’t need no gun, Just a chef with grief and a truffle-huntin’ tongue. Took my pig, took my peace — now I’m bacon’’ despair, Servin’ vengeance cold with a thousand-yard stare. Adaptation mode, got twin brainwaves, Charlie and Donald, splitting the cage. Face Off, Who’s who? No one knows for sure Travolta and Cage fighting to over-act more I’m Joe, draggin’ trees with a past I regret, Using “juice hatchets” to bring trees death. Season of the Witch, I’m sword-swingin’ through plague, Trollin’ monks, facin’ demons with Nicolas rage. No stunt double, I eat pain for my craft, Like an 8 millimeter, deep in the aftermath. Runnin’ Vegas with a bottle and a hopeless stare, “I’m not drinkin’ — I’m dying” — the end’s in the air. [Chorus] UN-CAGED! (I’m not a demon — I just look like one!) UN-CAGED! (Peach… I could eat a peach for hours!) UN-CAGED! (I’m gonna make you understand something, Jack!) He ain’t an actor — he’s the whole damn act. “ I am not a demon. I am a lizard, a shark, a heat-seeking panther. I want to be Bob Denver on acid playing the accordion.” (Ha ha ha ha ha!) [End]


