Teenage Death

these lyrics are completly fucked...

Teenage death, girls want dick not words Flicks, got hers Tits, not hers Went to the park at dark and shot birds With a Mossberg Get a lot stirred Fuck gimmicks Then quickly abort the duck image Occupy the same space bet 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, with a worth in greater markets 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 then? Bitch, glitch in the Matrix And that's for sci-fi flies and conformist 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!

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' whites and blacks 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 chest That frame of mind wouldn't caught me a vest For Cage is anarchist games evolved While the most wild mannered piss, brains dissolve

Read and, study while my boots bloody So fuckin' milky homoginized loops love me in the 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 a fuckin' trash bitch 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 jux the crowd with it If there's bite marks on my dick i guess your girl's mouth did it

I think i got the errors there... that's more like it anyway, probably still not 100%

these lyrics are completly fucked...

Teenage death, girls want dick not words Flicks, got hers Tits, not hers Went to the park at dark and shot birds With a Mossberg Get a lot stirred Fuck gimmicks Then quickly abort the duck image Occupy the same space bet 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, with a worth in greater markets 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 then? Bitch, glitch in the Matrix And that's for sci-fi flies and conformist 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!

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' whites and blacks 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 chest That frame of mind wouldn't caught me a vest For Cage is anarchist games evolved While the most wild mannered piss, brains dissolve

Read and, study while my boots bloody So fuckin' milky homoginized loops love me in the 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 a fuckin' trash bitch 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 jux the crowd with it If there's bite marks on my dick i guess your girl's mouth did it

I think i got the errors there... that's more like it anyway, probably still not 100%

this is true thank you, i have the album but room mate wrote it out by ear cause i didnt feel like typing, will correct