Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Death of Chris Palko , by - Cage. Release date: 19.09.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
The Death of Chris Palko |
| It’s been about a year since my ears dried pop |
| For those that missed the show: oh my god! |
| That psychiatrist used to hold my cock |
| Put nails in my head, ride me and smoke my pot |
| Sub Roc said: «Chris, kep your hardcore gritty |
| Def Jukie t-shirt walking through cardboard city» |
| Positively pack plus pistols popsicles |
| Used to strut IV stands like canes in hospitals |
| I swung down on some grills with the handle |
| Screeched out of the parking lot then I flicked the camel |
| Read Cobain’s journals by the fire in a flannel |
| Copped pills from TV but they don’t switch the channel |
| The world is yours and you’re for flies to play in When the seeds in your eyes can fly you’ll see what I’m saying |
| Homeless stick their hands out for change and I pay 'em |
| 'Cause they live in a box and I got a bed to lay in |
| (Back in the day, 1997) |
| The death of Chris Palko, he passed, we clapped well |
| Woke up during an autospy in rap hell |
| Ran off dripping verses and patterns from my cut shell |
| Hungry MC’s lap up my blood trail |
| In this +Atmosphere+, I’m unbalanced, +Slug+ on a seesaw |
| Spit through +Bazooka Teeth+, my tongue is the C4 |
| Need more stitches to finish displayed mental |
| Chris went to the hospital came home Cage Kennylz |
| I sunk down to my lowest in the scramble |
| Stepped over the body for the wallet on the mantle |
| Sneaker tracks of blood traced back to my vandals |
| By the door I’ll be on the couch with a box of ammo |
| The world is spinning, I’m spending my cash in it Pull up to the pump and dump some gas in it Know a bunch of rappers that finish last in it And they can’t do shit about it |
| (You are shameless) |
| (Now let us build to the climax, shall we?) |
| Now it’s me still hocking loogies in the movies |
| Nasty with groupies, get it moving |
| Follow me stupid to the back of tragedies moving through it And we’ll cause problems get it moshing, popping with treatment |
| Get the cops to pop in from precincts |
| Get the girls to come in and see us, yeah |
| We’ll keep on flowing till the clothes are rolling right off your shoulders |
| We’ll keep on going till the crowd gets open and girls take notice |
| I know you notice who it is — a wizard of perfect vocals |
| I think it’s easy when the people fiending, it’s perfect |
| Now it’s your host with a load of soldiers |
| Stay fresh head to toe he’s a beast on the doses |
| If you come close you’ll get fucked up You know you’re supposed to 'cause |
| Now it’s your host with a load of soldiers |
| Stay fresh head to toe he’s a beast on the doses |
| If you come close you’ll get fucked up You know you’re supposed to 'cause |