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Cage

The Soundtrack..

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This is the soundtrack to kill your stepfatherLeave the faggot unconscious and douse him in GoldschlagerLight the match, now kick him till he hollerKick him harder, he only had forty dollarsJump in your moms whip your face drippingLeave the tabs alone, no such thing as safe trippingBumps of K help explain what`s inside youLook in the rear-view, he`s still dragging behind youPull it over, you skidded off half his shoulderPouring rain you can still smell the blood odourThink of all the shit he put your mom throughHe`s half dead, it`s already starting to calm youTell him to bite the curb then kick till it`s heardRead the papers nerd, stepfather massacredStart to laugh, you know it`s alrightCause when they questioned your moms you was sleeping all nightThree in the chest, I saw him dropThe only time that I ever called him popTwo in his back while he`s dead on the groundOne more in the head because he made a little soundRan out of bullets so I used the bladeWear rubber gloves cause he might have AIDSBetter call home because I`ll be late for supperSorry mom, I just killed this mother fuckerCut school cause you like fuck schoolMom fuck you, I`ll throw you into a truck tooKeep my drugs, I can sneak in moreLet`s all go rob my stepfather`s sneaker storeI got the codes and pluis the new shocks inNobody`s watching so jail ain`t an optionFuck trust, tried to kill my family twiceStupid mother fuckers trying to raise an anti-christI steal from the bitch that shit me in the ditchAnd plot the death of the fag that said he`d make her richIn dish washing gloves, anger starts to floodAt gun point, got mom wrapping the carcus upSee through stab wounds, a barbeque at dad`s tombBarbeque chicken, I can tell mom is glad tooMeet you in the car, rolled the hazeRubbing my full stomach while I pissed on his graveThree in the chest, I saw him dropThe only time that I ever called him popTwo in his back while he`s dead on the groundOne more in the head because he made a little soundRan out of bullets so I used the bladeWear rubber gloves cause he might have AIDSBetter call home because I`ll be late for supperSorry mom, I just killed this mother fuckerPut me on a pins petition, man listenMy mom might slip in your blood and die in the kitchenMy hands itching to push the blade then my fist inPop out your back knocking your spine out of positionParts missing while they scoop you off the groundThe class clown ready to pull the mask downEmpty the gun, then it`s time to reloadMapping out his murder, pissing for my P.OGet home, he`s on the couch running his mouthWalked up to him and put his own gun in his mouthHis mouth painted the wall, he`s still standing waiting to fallHeard a car pull up, I shoud`ve stayed at the mallBut I`m sick of getting treated like a god damn step child

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