Agent Orange
(专辑: The Best And Worst Of Cage - 2008)
[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... death for all, right right?! RIGHT RIGHT! [Verse 1: Cage] I'm Against the
Machine like Rage; bitches say, "I hate you Cage!" After circle jerks, I
wash my hands off and do dirt Sick with a
smirk, plus happy disturbed Fucked the
first two bitches like dogs and I
jacked off on the
third I'm obvious oblivion but that's my science Fuck 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
fucking Talking Head And get high like fuck, 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 Killers on your block tuck in they dicks like Tootsie Come and witness what your shit 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 embalming this Come around and get yo' ass 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 fuck your moms backwards Lost in the
dust, don't give a
fuck 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, Death in my pocket for the
curious At your execution see twelve faces of Jesus in your jury this Orange Agent, shit 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 butterfly knife For all you cunts that try to spit with your bitch 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, bugging in the
institution Whatever sanity was left, caught the
execution Psychological pollution, they sticking me with Thorazine solution Shooting at the
sky looking for Godly retribution And I
can almost see clear I
start bugging 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]