Teenage Death - Cage
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
Artist: Cage
Title: Teenage Death