Cage - The Soundtrack... lyrics
[Cage - The Soundtrack... lyrics]
This is the soundtrack to
Kill your stepfather
Leave the faggot unconscious and
Douse him in Goldschlager
Light the match, now kick him till he holler
Kick him harder, he only had forty dollars
Jump in your moms whip your face dripping
Leave the tabs alone
No such thing as safe tripping
Bumps of K help explain what's inside you
Look in the rear-view
He's still dragging behind you pull it over
You skidded off half his shoulder
Pouring rain you can still
Smell the blood odour
Think of all the shit he put your mom through
He's half dead
It's already starting to calm you
Tell him to bite the curb
Then kick till it's heard
Read the papers nerd, stepfather massacred
Start to laugh, you know it's alright
Cause when they questioned your moms
You was sleeping all night
Three in the chest, I saw him drop
The only time that I ever called him pop
Two in his back while he's dead on the ground
One more in the head because
He made a little sound
Ran out of bullets so I used the blade
Wear rubber gloves cause he might have AIDS
Better call home because I'll
Be late for supper
Sorry mom, I just killed this mother fucker
Cut school cause you like fuck school
Mom fuck you
I'll throw you in front of a a truck too
Keep my drugs, I can sneak in more
Let's all go rob my
Stepfather's sneaker store
I got the codes and plus the new shocks in
Nobody's watching so jail ain't an option
Fuck trust, tried to kill my family twice
Stupid mother fuckers trying to
Raise an anti-christ
I steal from the bitch that
Shit me in the ditch
And plot the death of the fag
That said he'd make her rich
In dish washing gloves, anger starts to flood
At gun point, got mom wrapping the carcass up
See through stab wounds
A barbeque at dad's tomb
Barbeque chicken, I can tell mom is glad too
Meet you in the car, rolled the haze
Rubbing my full stomach while I
Pissed on his grave
Three in the chest, I saw him drop
The only time that I ever called him pop
Two in his back while he's dead on the ground
One more in the head because
He made a little sound
Ran out of bullets so I used the blade
Wear rubber gloves cause he might have AIDS
Better call home because I'll
Be late for supper
Sorry mom, I just killed this mother fucker
Put me on a PINS petition, man listen
My mom might slip in your blood
And die in the kitchen
My hands itching to push the
Blade then my fist in
Pop out your back knocking your
Spine out of position
Parts missing while they scoop
You off the ground
The class clown ready to pull the mask down
Empty the gun, then it's time to reload
Mapping out his murder, pissing for my PO
Get home, he's on the couch running his mouth
Walked up to him and put his
Own gun in his mouth painted the wall
He's still standing waiting to fall
Heard a car pull up
I shoud've stayed at the mall
But, I'm sick of getting treated like
A god damn step child
Kill your stepfather
Leave the faggot unconscious and
Douse him in Goldschlager
Light the match, now kick him till he holler
Kick him harder, he only had forty dollars
Jump in your moms whip your face dripping
Leave the tabs alone
No such thing as safe tripping
Bumps of K help explain what's inside you
Look in the rear-view
He's still dragging behind you pull it over
You skidded off half his shoulder
Pouring rain you can still
Smell the blood odour
Think of all the shit he put your mom through
He's half dead
It's already starting to calm you
Tell him to bite the curb
Then kick till it's heard
Read the papers nerd, stepfather massacred
Start to laugh, you know it's alright
Cause when they questioned your moms
You was sleeping all night
Three in the chest, I saw him drop
The only time that I ever called him pop
Two in his back while he's dead on the ground
One more in the head because
He made a little sound
Ran out of bullets so I used the blade
Wear rubber gloves cause he might have AIDS
Better call home because I'll
Be late for supper
Sorry mom, I just killed this mother fucker
Cut school cause you like fuck school
Mom fuck you
I'll throw you in front of a a truck too
Keep my drugs, I can sneak in more
Let's all go rob my
Stepfather's sneaker store
I got the codes and plus the new shocks in
Nobody's watching so jail ain't an option
Fuck trust, tried to kill my family twice
Stupid mother fuckers trying to
Raise an anti-christ
I steal from the bitch that
Shit me in the ditch
And plot the death of the fag
That said he'd make her rich
In dish washing gloves, anger starts to flood
At gun point, got mom wrapping the carcass up
See through stab wounds
A barbeque at dad's tomb
Barbeque chicken, I can tell mom is glad too
Meet you in the car, rolled the haze
Rubbing my full stomach while I
Pissed on his grave
Three in the chest, I saw him drop
The only time that I ever called him pop
Two in his back while he's dead on the ground
One more in the head because
He made a little sound
Ran out of bullets so I used the blade
Wear rubber gloves cause he might have AIDS
Better call home because I'll
Be late for supper
Sorry mom, I just killed this mother fucker
Put me on a PINS petition, man listen
My mom might slip in your blood
And die in the kitchen
My hands itching to push the
Blade then my fist in
Pop out your back knocking your
Spine out of position
Parts missing while they scoop
You off the ground
The class clown ready to pull the mask down
Empty the gun, then it's time to reload
Mapping out his murder, pissing for my PO
Get home, he's on the couch running his mouth
Walked up to him and put his
Own gun in his mouth painted the wall
He's still standing waiting to fall
Heard a car pull up
I shoud've stayed at the mall
But, I'm sick of getting treated like
A god damn step child