Cage - Agent Orange lyrics

[Intro:] There was me, Alex... and three of my mans All supposed to meet at Korova Milk Bar The Korova Milk Bar couldn't afford it's liquor license So it sold milkplus Drencrom, or Synthmesc It would sharpen you up for a bit of the ol' ultraviolence Which plagued our minds for the evening And so kiddies... d**h for all, right right?! RIGHT RIGHT! [Verse 1: Cage] I'm Against the Machine like Rage; b**hes say, "I hate you Cage!" After circle jerks, I wash my hands off and do dirt Sick with a smirk, plus happy disturbed f**ed the first two b**hes like dogs and I jacked off on the third I'm obvious oblivion but that's my science f** your head up like corn rows put in by blind giants Haven't been with it, since the last corpse Kidded, wore a blood stained smile, and told the cops, "He did it!" Of course the most raw throughout the 9-1-4, 1-0-9-4-0 Got you beasts shook like Doc Moreau Pour beer out for yourself because you're walking dead I'll burn your house down like a f**ing Talking Head And get high like f**, and pick apart my brain Dissections may mentally cause infections Break you with inventions, sick intentions Leave most MC's lost in my sentence I'm strictly, beyond and back, come and get me Hemotobin, left from a lip like a hickey Leak smoke got me ready to murder a rookie k**ers on your block tuck in they dicks like Tootsie Come and witness what your sh** missed Watch the Glock kiss, Little Sis' wet her like a Baptist Inconvenience; dilemma, like sitting on, Venus With no shuttle, treeless Try and pick apart some Agent Orange perception Catch frontal lobe damage and not manage correction I smell leak smoke, left by the anonymous Beats brought back to life die when I'm embalmin' this Come around and get yo' a** shot to clusters I'm a play the injuns with the arrows you be Custer's... back I ride up on you, divorce your head and neck then scalp it Rip off all your flesh and make a outfit [Scratched Hook:] People said his brain was infected by devils [Verse 2: Cage] I survived abortion; got mushed in that canister-shaped coffin 'Til stolen from the garbage I was tossed in Instincts, snatch your cream like links Blow shotguns through the sky, making E.T. eyes chink See me twisting leak with my peeps from psychiatrics Get high, run up in your crib and f** your moms backwards Lost in the dust, don't give a f** about dangerous I'm in it for the whip, plus the cream and the head... rush Ready to bust any trick that talk slick Know a crew of devils in my head that force me to walk... With, d**h in my pocket for the curious At your execution see twelve faces of Jesus in your jury this Orange Agent, sh** on a vagrant Caught you in the alley by yourself and left your head vacant Dare you sample, some of the stress in my life Give an MC brain surgery with bu*terfly knife For all you c*nts that try to spit with your b**h clique behind ya Wake up in the morning with a horse head beside ya Ma Dukes is just a cherry on top Spending G's on quacks to try and fix my Clock I caught the quick lock, buggin' in the institution Whatever sanity was left, caught the execution Psychological pollution, they stickin' me with Thorazine solution Shooting at the sky looking for Godly retribution And I can almost see clear I start buggin' like a insect and lay larvae in your ear Agent Orange stomping on MC corpse slim circle body part Call murder scenes abstract art Split your sweetbreads it's the horror show in infra-red Boots get planted in chest there for the misled Lay it down for naps in the dirt, just like Clockwork Undress your ghost while your brain's taking a squirt [Scratched Hook]