Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Agent Orange, artist - Cage. Album song Movies For The Blind, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 09.08.2002
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Eastern Conference
Song language: English
Agent Orange |
There was me, Alex. |
and three of my mens |
All supposed to meet at Korova Milk Bar |
The Korova Milk Bar couldn’t afford it’s liquor license |
so it sold milkplus Drencrom, or Synthmesc |
It would sharpen you up for a bit of the ol’ultraviolence |
which plagued our minds for the evening |
And so kiddies… death for all, right right?! |
RIGHT RIGHT! |
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 I be 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 cop, 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 walkin dead |
I’ll burn your house down like a fuckin Talking Head |
And get high like fuck, and pick apart my brain |
Disections may mentally cause infections |
Break you with inventions, sick intentions |
Leave most MC’s lost in my sentence |
I’m strictly, beyond and back, come and get me Hemotobin, left from a lip like a hickie |
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’wetter like a Baptist |
Inconvinence; |
dilemma, like sitting on, Venus |
with no shuttle, treeless |
Try and pick apart some Agent Orange 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 embalmin this |
Come around and get yo’ass shot to clusters |
I’ma play the injuns with the arrows you be Custard’s. |
back |
I write upon ya, divorce your head and neck then scalp it Rip off all your flesh and make a outfit |
People said his brain was infected by devils (3X) |
Infected by, infected by, infected by devils |
People said his brain was infected by devils (3X) |
I survived abortion; |
got mushed in that canister shaped coffin |
til stolen (that bitch) from the garbage I was tossed in Instincts, snatch your cream like links |
Blow shotguns through the sky, makin E.T. |
eyes chink |
See me twistin leak with my peeps from psychiatrics |
Get high, run up in ya crib and fuck ya moms backwards |
Lost in the dust, don’t give a fuck about dangerous |
I’m in it for the whip, plus the cream and the head. |
rush |
Ready to bust any trick that talk slick |
Know a crew of devils in my head that force me to walk. |
with, Death in my pocket for the curious |
At your execution see twelve faces of Jesus in your jury this, |
Orange Agent, shit on the vagrant |
Caught you in the alley by yourself and left your head vacant |
Dare you sample, some of the stress in my life |
Give an MC brain surgery with butterfly knives |
For all you cunts that try to spit with your bitch clique behind ya Wake up in the mornin with a horsehead beside ya Ma Dukes is just a cherry on top |
Spendin G’s on quacks to try an fix my Clock |
I caught the quick lock, buggin in the institution |
Whatever sanity was left, caught the execution |
Psychological pollution, they stickin me with Thorazine solution |
Shootin at the sky lookin for Godly retribution |
And I can almost see clear |
I start buggin like a insect and lay larvae in ya ear |
Agent Orange stompin on MC corpse slim circle body part |
Call murder scenes abstract art |
Split your sweet prayers since the horror show with infra-red |
Boots get planted in chest there for the misled |
Lay it down for naps in the dirt, just like Clockwork |
Undress your ghost while your brain’s takin a squirt |
(Dialogue below interpreted by Cage from the film Clockwork Orange) |
Still feeling alive as the young devotchka collapsed |
Me being still ready for more in-out in-out |
Necro still forcing syringes and dope tracks on the locals |
We came to a place called home |
and did a little of the old, break and enter |
I could feel the Drencrom, leading me on to a horrow show |
trying to walk; |
me being up twice. |