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Cage
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The Soundtrack...
作詞:Milo Jason Berger, Christian Michael Palko
This is the soundtrack to kill your stepfather Leave the faggot unconscious an' douse him in Goldschlager Light the match, now kick him 'til he holler Kick him harder, he only had forty dollars
Jump in your moms whip, your face drippin' Leave the tabs alone, no such thing as safe trippin' Bumps of K help explain what's inside you Look in the rear-view, he's still draggin' behind you
Pull it over, you skidded off half his shoulder Pourin' rain, you can still smell the blood odor Think of all the shit he put your mom through He's half dead, it's already startin' to calm you
Tell him bite the curb then kick 'til it's heard Read the papers, nerd, 'Stepfather massacred' Start to laugh, you know it's alright 'Cause when they questioned your mom You was sleepin' 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 dead on the ground One more in his head 'cause 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 'cause I'll be late for supper Sorry Mom, I just killed this motherfucker
Cut school 'cause you like, ‽Fuck school†Mom, fucked you, I'll throw you in front of 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 an' plus them new Shocks in Nobody's watchin', so jail ain't an option 更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網 Fuck trust, tried to kill my family twice Stupid motherfuckers tryin' to raise a Anti-Christ
I steal from the bitch that shit me in the ditch An' plot the death of the fag that said he'd make her rich In dishwashin' gloves, anger starts to flood At gun point, got Mom wrappin' the carcass up
See through stab wounds, a barbecue at Dad's tomb Barbecue chicken, I can tell Mom is glad too Meet you in the car, rolled the haze Rubbin' 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 dead on the ground One more in his head 'cause he made a little sound
Ran outta bullets, so I used the blade Wear rubber gloves 'cause he might have AIDS Better call home 'cause I'll be late for supper Sorry Mom, I just killed this motherfucker
Put me on a pins petition, man, listen My moms might slip in your blood an' die in the kitchen My hands itchin' to push the blade, then my fist in Pop through your back, knockin' your spine outta position
Parts missin' 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 Mappin' out his murder, pissin' for my P.O.
Get home, he's on the couch runnin' his mouth Walked up to him an' put his own gun in his mouth Painted the wall, he's still standin', waitin' to fall Heard a car pull up, I shoud've stayed at the mall But I'm sick of gettin' treated like a goddamn stepchild
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