Cage - Agent Orange Lyrics
(Dialogue below interpreted by Cage from the film "Clockwork Orange") *whispered in the background: "Smoke dust, shoot the cops Give out automatics to your friends on the block"*There was me, Alex.. and three of my mensAll supposed to meet at Korova Milk BarThe Korova Milk Bar couldn't afford it's liquor licenseso it sold milkplus Drencrom, or SynthmescIt would sharpen you up for a bit of the ol' ultraviolencewhich plagued our minds for the eveningAnd so kiddies... death for all, right right?!RIGHT RIGHT!![Verse One: Cage]I'm Against the Machine like Rage; *****es say, "I hate you Cage!"After circle jerks, I wash my hands off and do dirtSick with a smirk, plus I be disturbed*****ed the first two *****es like dogs and I jacked off on the thirdI'm obvious oblivion but that's my science***** your head up like corn rows put in by blind giantsHaven't been with it, since the last corpse kiddedWore a blood stained smile, and told the cop, "He did it!"Of course the most raw throughout the 9-1-4, 1-0-9-4-0Got you beasts shook like Doc MoreauPour beer out for yourself because you're walkin deadI'll burn your house down like a *****in Talking HeadAnd get high like *****, and pick apart my brainDisections [HA!] may [HA!] mentally [HA!] cause [HA!] infectionsBreak you with inventions, sick intentionsLeave most MC's lost in my sentenceI'm strictly, beyond and back, come and get meHemotobin, left from a lip like a hickieLeak smoke got me ready to murder a rookieKillers on your block tuck in they dicks like TootsieCome and witness what your shit missedWatch the glock kiss, Little Sis' wetter like a BaptistInconvinence; dilemma, like sitting on, Venuswith no shuttle, treelessTry and pick apart some Agent Orange perceptionCatch frontal lobe damage and not manage correctionI smell leak smoke, left by the anonymousBeats brought back to life, die, when I'm embalmin thisCome around and get yo' ass shot to clustersI'ma play the injuns with the arrows you be Custard's.. backI write upon ya, divorce your head and neck then scalp itRip off all your flesh and make a outfit[Chorus: *cut and scratched by the DJ*]People said his brain was infected by devils (3X)Infected by, infected by, infected by devilsPeople said his brain was infected by devils (3X)[Verse Two: Cage]I survived abortion; got mushed in that canister shaped coffintil stolen ("that *****") from the garbage I was tossed inInstincts, snatch your cream like linksBlow shotguns through the sky, makin E.T. eyes chinkSee me twistin leak with my peeps from psychiatricsGet high, run up in ya crib and ***** ya moms backwardsLost in the dust, don't give a ***** about dangerousI'm in it for the whip, plus the cream and the head.. rushReady to bust any trick that talk slickKnow a crew of devils in my head that force me to walk..with, Death in my pocket for the curiousAt your execution see twelve faces of Jesus in your jury this,Orange Agent, shit on the vagrantCaught you in the alley by yourself and left your head vacantDare you sample, some of the stress in my lifeGive an MC brain surgery with butterfly knivesFor all you cunts that try to spit with your ***** clique behind yaWake up in the mornin with a horsehead beside yaMa Dukes is just a cherry on topSpendin G's on quacks to try an fix my ClockI caught the quick lock, buggin in the institutionWhatever sanity was left, caught the executionPsychological pollution, they stickin me with Thorazine solutionShootin at the sky lookin for Godly retributionAnd I can almost see clearI start buggin like a insect and lay larvae in ya earAgent Orange stompin on MC corpse slim circle body partCall murder scenes abstract artSplit your sweet prayers since the horror show with infra-redBoots get planted in chest there for the misledLay it down for naps in the dirt, just like ClockworkUndress your ghost while your brain's takin a squirt[Chorus](Dialogue below interpreted by Cage from the film "Clockwork Orange")Still feeling alive as the young devotchka collapsedMe being still ready for more in-out in-outNecro still forcing syringes and dope tracks on the localsWe came to a place called homeand did a little of the old, break and enterI could feel the Drencrom, leading me on to a horrow showtrying to walk; me being up twice..
