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CAGE : Teen Age Death lyrics

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CAGE lyrics : "Teen Age Death"

[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
$#&@ gimmicks
Then quickly abort the duck image

Occupy the same space that you can't $#&@ 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 !@#%s, never pitch in to pay tricks

How'd you get your %#@! on billboards? (*##$, 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 $#&@ you!

$#&@ this rap %#@!, it's what you weigh in the street (right)
Don't %#@! 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 $#&@ 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


Reading, study while my boots bloody
So $#&@in' 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 $#&@in' trash (*##$
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


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