Текст песни Cage - Teenage Death, слова песни Cage

Текст песни Cage - Teenage Death

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Man talking:The old cynicism is goneWe have faith in our earsWe`re optimistic, as to what becomes of it allIt really boils down to our ability to acceptWe don`t need pessimism Teenage death, girls want dick not wordsFlicks, got hearseTits, not hersWent to the park at dark and shot birdsWith a MauserGet a lot stirredFuck gimmicksThen quickly abort the duck imageOccupy the same space that you can`t fuck with itI`m writing words tasting Like the most anticipated works of violence since Freddy vs. JasonI`m worth patience, a worth in greater marketSo I can shoot up your chest like them little paper targetsI donate sluts, never pitch in to pay tricksHow`d you get your shit on billboards? Bitch, glitch in the Matrix And that`s beside five flies in conformness kidsThat may or may not know what a Cage performance isThe latest installment is not to unplug youBut if you don`t get this by the 13th, listen and fuck you! [Chorus]Fuck this rap shit, it`s what you weigh in the street (right)Don`t shit where you sleep, better lay with your heat (tonight)All praise D.O.V. cause that`s who`s comin`Lookin` for huntin` with the gunnin`Watch your backs are runnin`It`s like he`s already dead if you`re saying he sleeps (right)They`re comin` real deep and they`re playin` for keeps (tonight)Run for the hills cause they`re comin` for killsYou got fuck to loose, you got nothing to bill It`s like money is God, y`all worship church rappersI cut Rock `N` Roll High School with purse snatchersIf the clocks are all evil then Orange`s guns pealDrop food on my fr-enemies like Donald RumsfieldI run with the ropesSpent to much on chokeHad a PCP overdose and I still smokeCan`t get locked down how my brindle entersAnd won`t come down like New York`s two burning middle fingersStreet journalistEven written down to thisMost of my rap colleagues sittin` down to pissBookstore revolutionTelevised executionWhere I put my dip Newports at SusanWhat if Kurt were to put a hole in Courtney chestThat frame of mind wouldn`t caught me a westFor Cage is anarchist games evolvedWhile the most wild mannered piss, brains dissolve [Chorus] Reading, study while my boots bloodySo fuckin` milky her marginised loops love meAnd a company of wolves they respect I eat firstBut doctors can`t stitch up for your stomach leak burstsMix max with half-wits The task flipsIn Middle Town they`ll shoot you over a fuckin` trash bitchGrew up with no pop and a crazy hoeThat`s why I need no play on commercial radioUnravel the mind, around the room frozen sidesSheep to tired to fight, close your eyesPut vanilla dutches in the sky, when the Time`s on the tableKnife to the tits, 9 to the navelIt`s like a self-righteous path to line these pocketsI got sideways knowledge, doll, at least he`s honestStick a fork in his tail, then jux the crowd with itIf there`s bite marks on my dick if think your girl`s mouth did it [Chorus]

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