Agent Orange lyrics

Artist  : Cage 
Song : Agent Orange



 Send "Agent Orange" Ringtone to your Cell 

 (Dialogue below interpreted by Cage from the film
'Clockwork Orange')
*whispered in the background several times:
'Shoot the cops'*
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!!
Verse One: Cage
I'm Against the Machine like Rage; bit*hes say,
'I hate you Cage!'
After circle jerks, I wash my hands off and do
dirt
Sick with a smirk, plus I be disturbed
f**ked the first two bit*hes like dogs and I
jacked off on the third
I'm obvious oblivion but that's my science
f**k 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 beat shook like Doc Moreau
Pour beer out for yourself because you're walkin
dead
I'll burn your house down like a f**kin Talking
Head
And get high like f**k, and pick apart my brain
Disections [HA!] may [HA!] mentally [HA!] cause
[HA!] 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
Hemotopine, 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 sh*t 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 fall back, til life die when I'm embalmin
this
Come around and get yo' as* 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
Chorus: *cut and scratched by the DJ*
 
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)
Verse Two: Cage
I survived abortion; got mushed in that canister
shaped coffin
til stolen ('that bit*h') from the garbage I was
tossed in
Instincts, snatch your cream like links
Blow shotguns through the sky, make an E.T.I.
chink
See me twistin leak with my peeps from
psychiatrics
Get high, run up in ya crib and f**k ya moms
backwards
Lost in the dust, don't give a f**k 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 list
Orange Agent, sh*t 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
bit*h 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
Chorus
(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...