Teenage Death lyrics Lyrics

song lyrics Teenage Death 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] song lyrics