Teenage Death

The old cynicism is gone
 We have faith in our ears
 We're optimistic, as to what becomes of it all
 It really boils down to our ability to accept
 We don't need pessimism
 Teenage death, girls want dick not words
 Flicks, got hearse
 Tits, not hers
 Went to the park at dark and shot birds
 With a Mossberg
 Get a lot stirred
 Fuck gimmicks
 Then quickly abort the duck image
 Occupy the same space that you can't fuck with it
 I'm writing words tasting
 Like the most anticipated works of violence since Freddy vs. Jason
 I'm worth patience, a worth in greater market
 So I can shoot up your chest like them little paper targets
 I donate sluts, never pitch in to pay tricks
 How'd you get your shit on billboards? Bitch, glitch in the Matrix
 And that's beside five flies in conformness kids
 That may or may not know what a Cage performance is
 The latest installment is not to unplug you
 But if you don't get this by the 13th, listen and fuck you!
 Fuck this rap shit, it's what you weigh in the street (right)
 Don't shit where you sleep, better lay with your heat (tonight)
 All praise D.O.V. cause that's who's comin'
 Lookin' for huntin' with the gunnin'
 Watch your backs are runnin'
 It's like he's already dead if you're saying he sleeps (right)
 They're comin' real deep and they're playin' for keeps (tonight)
 Run for the hills cause they're comin' for kills
 You got fuck to loose, you got nothing to bill
 It's like money is God, y'all worship church rappers
 I cut Rock 'N' Roll High School with purse snatchers
 If the clocks are all evil then Orange's guns peal
 Drop food on my fr-enemies like Donald Rumsfield
 I run with the ropes
 Spent to much on choke
 Had a PCP overdose and I still smoke
 Can't get locked down how my brindle enters
 And won't come down like New York's two burning middle fingers
 Street journalist
 Even written down to this
 Most of my rap colleagues sittin' down to piss
 Bookstore revolution
 Televised execution
 Where I put my dip Newports at Susan
 What if Kurt were to put a hole in Courtney chest
 That frame of mind wouldn't caught me a vest
 For Cage is anarchist games evolved
 While the most wild mannered piss, brains dissolve
 Reading, study while my boots bloody
 So fuckin' milky her marginised loops love me
 And a company of wolves they respect I eat first
 But doctors can't stitch up for your stomach leak bursts
 Mix max with half-wits
 The task flips
 In Middle Town they'll shoot you over a fuckin' trash bitch
 Grew up with no pop and a crazy hoe
 That's why I need no play on commercial radio
 Unravel the mind, around the room frozen sides
 Sheep to tired to fight, close your eyes
 Put vanilla dutches in the sky, when the Time's on the table
 Knife to the tits, 9 to the navel
 It's like a self-righteous path to line these pockets
 I got sideways knowledge, doll, at least he's honest
 Stick a fork in his tail, then jux the crowd with it
 If there's bite marks on my dick if think your girl's mouth did it
 Fuck this rap shit, it's what you weigh in the street (right)
 Don't shit where you sleep, better lay with your heat (tonight)
 All praise D.O.V. cause that's who's comin'
 Lookin' for huntin' with the gunnin'
 Watch your backs are runnin'
 It's like he's already dead if you're saying he sleeps (right)
 They're comin' real deep and they're playin' for keeps (tonight)
 Run for the hills cause they're comin' for kills
 You got fuck to loose, you got nothing to bill