Teenage Death – Cage – letras

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 pessimismTeenage 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 tastingLike 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 MatrixAnd 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 billIt’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-witsThe 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]