Cage Lyrics

Album: Unknown

Teenage Death Lyrics

Man talking:

 The old cynicism is gone

 We have faith in our ears

 We're optimistic, as to what becomes of it all

 It really boils down to our ability to accept

 We don't need pessimism

 

 Teenage death, girls want dick not words

 Flicks, got hearse

 Tits, not hers

 Went to the park at dark and shot birds

 With a Mauser

 Get a lot stirred

 Fuck gimmicks

 Then quickly abort the duck image

 Occupy the same space that you can't fuck with it

 I'm writing words tasting 

 Like the most anticipated works of violence since Freddy vs. Jason

 I'm worth patience, a worth in greater market

 So I can shoot up your chest like them little paper targets

 I donate sluts, never pitch in to pay tricks

 How'd you get your shit on billboards? Bitch, glitch in the Matrix 

 And that's beside five flies in conformness kids

 That may or may not know what a Cage performance is

 The latest installment is not to unplug you

 But 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 kills

 You got fuck to loose, you got nothing to bill

 

 It's like money is God, y'all worship church rappers

 I cut Rock 'N' Roll High School with purse snatchers

 If the clocks are all evil then Orange's guns peal

 Drop food on my fr-enemies like Donald Rumsfield

 I run with the ropes

 Spent to much on choke

 Had a PCP overdose and I still smoke

 Can't get locked down how my brindle enters

 And won't come down like New York's two burning middle fingers

 Street journalist

 Even written down to this

 Most of my rap colleagues sittin' down to piss

 Bookstore revolution

 Televised execution

 Where I put my dip Newports at Susan

 What if Kurt were to put a hole in Courtney chest

 That frame of mind wouldn't caught me a west

 For Cage is anarchist games evolved

 While the most wild mannered piss, brains dissolve

 

 [Chorus]

 

 Reading, study while my boots bloody

 So fuckin' milky her marginised loops love me

 And a company of wolves they respect I eat first

 But doctors can't stitch up for your stomach leak bursts

 Mix max with half-wits 

 The task flips

 In Middle Town they'll shoot you over a fuckin' trash bitch

 Grew up with no pop and a crazy hoe

 That's why I need no play on commercial radio

 Unravel the mind, around the room frozen sides

 Sheep to tired to fight, close your eyes

 Put vanilla dutches in the sky, when the Time's on the table

 Knife to the tits, 9 to the navel

 It's like a self-righteous path to line these pockets

 I got sideways knowledge, doll, at least he's honest

 Stick a fork in his tail, then jux the crowd with it

 If there's bite marks on my dick if think your girl's mouth did it

 

 [Chorus]