Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
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Артист: CageНазвание : Agent Orange 12"Данные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : hip-hop heavy metal power metal rap hip hop Видео:
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*whispered in the background: "Smoke dust, shoot the cops Give out automatics to your friends on the block"* There was me, Alex.. and three of my mens 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 One: 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 I be 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 cop, "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 walkin dead I`ll burn your house down like a fuckin Talking Head And get high like fuck, and pick apart my brain Disections [HA!] may [HA!] mentally [HA!] cause [HA!] 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 hickie 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` wetter like a Baptist Inconvinence; 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` ass shot to clusters I`ma play the injuns with the arrows you be Custard`s.. back I write upon ya, divorce your head and neck then scalp it Rip off all your flesh and make a outfit [Chorus: *cut and scratched by the DJ*] People said his brain was infected by devils (3X) Infected by, infected by, infected by devils People said his brain was infected by devils (3X) [Verse Two: Cage] I survived abortion; got mushed in that canister shaped coffin til stolen ("that bitch") from the garbage I was tossed in Instincts, snatch your cream like links Blow shotguns through the sky, makin E.T. eyes chink See me twistin leak with my peeps from psychiatrics Get high, run up in ya crib and fuck ya 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 the 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 knives For all you cunts that try to spit with your bitch clique behind ya Wake up in the mornin with a horsehead beside ya Ma Dukes is just a cherry on top Spendin G`s on quacks to try an 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 Shootin at the sky lookin for Godly retribution And I can almost see clear I start buggin like a insect and lay larvae in ya ear Agent Orange stompin on MC corpse slim circle body part Call murder scenes abstract art Split your sweet prayers since the horror show with 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 takin a squirt [Chorus] (Dialogue below interpreted by Cage from the film "Clockwork Orange") Still feeling alive as the young devotchka collapsed Me being still ready for more in-out in-out Necro still forcing syringes and dope tracks on the locals We came to a place called home and did a little of the old, break and enter I could feel the Drencrom, leading me on to a horrow show | Похожие исполнители:
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