Cage - Agent Orange lyrics

[Cage - Agent Orange lyrics]

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!

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 embalmin' this
Come around and get yo' ass shot to clusters
I'mma 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

People said his brain was infected by devils

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 ET 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
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

People said his brain was infected by devils

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