Produced by Necro
[Intro: Cage (Dialogue Interpreted From the Film “Clockwork Orange”)]
There was me, Alex... and three of my fam...
All supposed to meet at the Korova Milk Bar...
The Korova Milk Bar couldn't afford its liquor license
So it sold milk plus Drencrum, or Synthemesc...
It would sharpen you up for a bit of the old ultraviolence
Which we had in mind for the evening
And so kiddies...
Death for all... right right?
[Verse 1: 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 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 fuckin Talking Head
And get high like fuck, and pick apart my brain
Dissections may mentally cause infections
Break you with inventions, sick intentions
Still know niggas 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 my spaced out 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 embalming this
Come around and get your ass shot to clusters
I'ma play the injuns with the arrows you be Custards... back
I ride up on ya, divorce your head and neck, then scalp it
Rip off all your flesh and make a outfit
[Intro: Cage (Dialogue Interpreted From the Film “Clockwork Orange”)]
There was me, Alex... and three of my fam...
All supposed to meet at the Korova Milk Bar...
The Korova Milk Bar couldn't afford its liquor license
So it sold milk plus Drencrum, or Synthemesc...
It would sharpen you up for a bit of the old ultraviolence
Which we had in mind for the evening
And so kiddies...
Death for all... right right?
[Verse 1: 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 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 fuckin Talking Head
And get high like fuck, and pick apart my brain
Dissections may mentally cause infections
Break you with inventions, sick intentions
Still know niggas 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 my spaced out 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 embalming this
Come around and get your ass shot to clusters
I'ma play the injuns with the arrows you be Custards... back
I ride up on ya, divorce your head and neck, then scalp it
Rip off all your flesh and make a outfit
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