Cage - Teen Age d**h 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 d**h, 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 f** gimmicks Then quickly abort the duck image Occupy the same space that you can't f** 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*uts, never pitch in to pay tricks How'd you get your sh** on billboards? b**h, 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 f** you! [Chorus] f** this rap sh**, it's what you weigh in the street (right) Don't sh** 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 k**s You got f** 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 f**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 f**in' trash b**h 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]