![The Soundtrack... - Cage](https://cdn.muztext.com/i/328475235593925347.jpg)
Date of issue: 09.08.2002
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Eastern Conference
Song language: English
The Soundtrack... |
This is the soundtrack to kill your stepfather |
Leave the faggot unconscious and douse him in Goldschlager |
Light the match, now kick him till he holler |
Kick him harder, he only had forty dollars |
Jump in your moms whip your face dripping |
Leave the tabs alone, no such thing as safe tripping |
Bumps of K help explain what’s inside you |
Look in the rear-view, he’s still dragging behind you |
Pull it over, you skidded off half his shoulder |
Pouring rain you can still smell the blood odour |
Think of all the shit he put your mom through |
He’s half dead, it’s already starting to calm you |
Tell him to bite the curb then kick till it’s heard |
Read the papers nerd, stepfather massacred |
Start to laugh, you know it’s alright |
Cause when they questioned your moms you was sleeping all night |
Three in the chest, I saw him drop |
The only time that I ever called him pop |
Two in his back while he’s dead on the ground |
One more in the head because he made a little sound |
Ran out of bullets so I used the blade |
Wear rubber gloves cause he might have AIDS |
Better call home because I’ll be late for supper |
Sorry mom, I just killed this mother fucker |
Cut school cause you like fuck school |
Mom fuck you, I’ll throw you in front of a a truck too |
Keep my drugs, I can sneak in more |
Let’s all go rob my stepfather’s sneaker store |
I got the codes and plus the new shocks in |
Nobody’s watching so jail ain’t an option |
Fuck trust, tried to kill my family twice |
Stupid mother fuckers trying to raise an anti-christ |
I steal from the bitch that shit me in the ditch |
And plot the death of the fag that said he’d make her rich |
In dish washing gloves, anger starts to flood |
At gun point, got mom wrapping the carcass up |
See through stab wounds, a barbeque at dad’s tomb |
Barbeque chicken, I can tell mom is glad too |
Meet you in the car, rolled the haze |
Rubbing my full stomach while I pissed on his grave |
Three in the chest, I saw him drop |
The only time that I ever called him pop |
Two in his back while he’s dead on the ground |
One more in the head because he made a little sound |
Ran out of bullets so I used the blade |
Wear rubber gloves cause he might have AIDS |
Better call home because I’ll be late for supper |
Sorry mom, I just killed this mother fucker |
Put me on a PINS petition, man listen |
My mom might slip in your blood and die in the kitchen |
My hands itching to push the blade then my fist in |
Pop out your back knocking your spine out of position |
Parts missing while they scoop you off the ground |
The class clown ready to pull the mask down |
Empty the gun, then it’s time to reload |
Mapping out his murder, pissing for my P. O |
Get home, he’s on the couch running his mouth |
Walked up to him and put his own gun in his mouth |
Painted the wall, he’s still standing waiting to fall |
Heard a car pull up, I shoud’ve stayed at the mall |
But I’m sick of getting treated like a god damn step child |
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