Teenage Death Lyrics

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 chest

That frame of mind wouldn't caught me a west

For Cage is anarchist games evolved

While the most wild mannered piss, brains dissolve

 

[Chorus]

 

Reading, study while my boots bloody

So fuckin' milky her marginised 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 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 if think your girl's mouth did it

 

[Chorus]