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Teenage Death lyrics
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Man talking:
The old cynicism is gone
We have faith in our ears
We re optimistic, as to what becomes of it all
It really boils down to our ability to accept
We don t need pessimism
Teenage death, girls want dick not words
Flicks, got hearse
Tits, not hers
Went to the park at dark and shot birds
With a Mauser
Get a lot stirred
Fuck gimmicks
Then quickly abort the duck image
Occupy the same space that you can t fuck with it
I m writing words tasting
Like the most anticipated works of violence since Freddy vs. Jason
I m worth patience, a worth in greater market
So I can shoot up your chest like them little paper targets
I donate sluts, never pitch in to pay tricks
How d you get your shit on billboards? Bitch, glitch in the Matrix
And that s beside five flies in conformness kids
That may or may not know what a Cage performance is
The latest installment is not to unplug you
But if you don t get this by the 13th, listen and fuck you!
[Chorus]
Fuck this rap shit, it s what you weigh in the street (right)
Don t shit where you sleep, better lay with your heat (tonight)
All praise D.O.V. cause that s who s comin
Lookin for huntin with the gunnin
Watch your backs are runnin
It s like he s already dead if you re saying he sleeps (right)
They re comin real deep and they re playin for keeps (tonight)
Run for the hills cause they re comin for kills
You got fuck to loose, you got nothing to bill
It s like money is God, y all worship church rappers
I cut Rock N Roll High School with purse snatchers
If the clocks are all evil then Orange s guns peal
Drop food on my fr-enemies like Donald Rumsfield
I run with the ropes
Spent to much on choke
Had a PCP overdose and I still smoke
Can t get locked down how my brindle enters
And won t come down like New York s two burning middle fingers
Street journalist
Even written down to this
Most of my rap colleagues sittin down to piss
Bookstore revolution
Televised execution
Where I put my dip Newports at Susan
What if Kurt were to put a hole in Courtney s chest?
That frame of mind when it caught me a vest
For Cage, His anarchist games evolved
While most wild anarchist s, brains dissolve
[Chorus]
Reading, study while my boots bloody
So fuckin milky homogenized loops love me
And a company of wolves they respect I eat first
But doctors can t stitch up for your stomach leak bursts
Mix max with half-wits
The task flips
In Middle Town they ll shoot you over fuckin trash pick up
Grew up with no pop and a crazy hoe
That s why I need no play on commercial radio
Unravel the mind, around the room frozen sides
Sheep to tired to fight, close your eyes
Put vanilla dutches in the sky, when the Time s on the table
Knife to the tits, 9 to the navel
It s like a self-righteous path to line these pockets
I got sideways knowledge, doll, at least he s honest
Stick a fork in his tail, then juts the crowd with it
If there s bite marks on my dick i guess your girl s mouth didn t
[Chorus]
song lyrics
* send corrections to the typist
Man talking:
The old cynicism is gone
We have faith in our ears
We re optimistic, as to what becomes of it all
It really boils down to our ability to accept
We don t need pessimism
Teenage death, girls want dick not words
Flicks, got hearse
Tits, not hers
Went to the park at dark and shot birds
With a Mauser
Get a lot stirred
Fuck gimmicks
Then quickly abort the duck image
Occupy the same space that you can t fuck with it
I m writing words tasting
Like the most anticipated works of violence since Freddy vs. Jason
I m worth patience, a worth in greater market
So I can shoot up your chest like them little paper targets
I donate sluts, never pitch in to pay tricks
How d you get your shit on billboards? Bitch, glitch in the Matrix
And that s beside five flies in conformness kids
That may or may not know what a Cage performance is
The latest installment is not to unplug you
But if you don t get this by the 13th, listen and fuck you!
[Chorus]
Fuck this rap shit, it s what you weigh in the street (right)
Don t shit where you sleep, better lay with your heat (tonight)
All praise D.O.V. cause that s who s comin
Lookin for huntin with the gunnin
Watch your backs are runnin
It s like he s already dead if you re saying he sleeps (right)
They re comin real deep and they re playin for keeps (tonight)
Run for the hills cause they re comin for kills
You got fuck to loose, you got nothing to bill
It s like money is God, y all worship church rappers
I cut Rock N Roll High School with purse snatchers
If the clocks are all evil then Orange s guns peal
Drop food on my fr-enemies like Donald Rumsfield
I run with the ropes
Spent to much on choke
Had a PCP overdose and I still smoke
Can t get locked down how my brindle enters
And won t come down like New York s two burning middle fingers
Street journalist
Even written down to this
Most of my rap colleagues sittin down to piss
Bookstore revolution
Televised execution
Where I put my dip Newports at Susan
What if Kurt were to put a hole in Courtney s chest?
That frame of mind when it caught me a vest
For Cage, His anarchist games evolved
While most wild anarchist s, brains dissolve
[Chorus]
Reading, study while my boots bloody
So fuckin milky homogenized loops love me
And a company of wolves they respect I eat first
But doctors can t stitch up for your stomach leak bursts
Mix max with half-wits
The task flips
In Middle Town they ll shoot you over fuckin trash pick up
Grew up with no pop and a crazy hoe
That s why I need no play on commercial radio
Unravel the mind, around the room frozen sides
Sheep to tired to fight, close your eyes
Put vanilla dutches in the sky, when the Time s on the table
Knife to the tits, 9 to the navel
It s like a self-righteous path to line these pockets
I got sideways knowledge, doll, at least he s honest
Stick a fork in his tail, then juts the crowd with it
If there s bite marks on my dick i guess your girl s mouth didn t
[Chorus]
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