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Dialogue below interpreted by cage from the film and'clockwork orangeand')
*whispered in the background several times: and'shoot the copsand'*
there was me, alex.. and three of my mens
all supposed to meet at korova milk bar
the korova milk bar couldnand't afford itand's liquor license
so it sold milkplus drencrom, or synthmesc
it would sharpen you up for a bit of the oland' ultraviolence
which plagued our minds for the evening
and so kiddies... death for all, right right?! right right!!
verse one: cage
iand'm against the machine like rage; bitches say, and'i hate you cage!and'
after circle jerks, i wash my hands off and do dirt
sick with a smirk, plus i be disturbed
fucked the first two bitches like dogs and i jacked off on the third
iand'm obvious oblivion but thatand's my science
fuck your head up like corn rows put in by blind giants
havenand't been with it, since the last corpse kidded
wore a blood stained smile, and told the cop, and'he did it!and'
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 youand're walkin dead
iand'll burn your house down like a fuckin talking head
and get high like fuck, and pick apart my brain
disections [ha!] may [ha!] mentally [ha!] cause [ha!] infections
break you with inventions, sick intentions
leave most mcand's lost in my sentence
iand'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 shit missed
watch the glock kiss, little sisand' 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 iand'm embalmin this
come around and get yoand' ass shot to clusters
iand'ma play the injuns with the arrows you be custardand'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 (and'that bitchand') 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 fuck ya moms backwards
lost in the dust, donand't give a fuck about dangerous
iand'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, shit 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 bitch clique behind ya
wake up in the mornin with a horsehead beside ya
ma dukes is just a cherry on top
spendin gand'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 brainand's takin a squirt
chorus
(dialogue below interpreted by cage from the film and'clockwork orangeand')
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...
Diálogo a continuación interpretado por la jaula de la película de orangeand and'clockwork ')
* Susurró en el fondo varias veces: * and'shoot la copsand '
Ahí estaba yo, alex .. y tres de mis hombres
supone que todos debemos cumplir en el bar Korova Milk
el bar Korova Milk couldnand't pagar la licencia de licor itand
por lo que se vende milkplus drencrom o synthmesc
habría que afinar un poco de ultraviolencia del Öland '
que afectó a nuestras mentes para la noche
y así kiddies ... de muerte para todos, a la derecha ¿no?! derecho de la derecha!
verso: la jaula
iand'm contra la máquina, como la rabia; perras decir, and'i odias jaula y '!
después de Circle Jerks, me lavo las manos y hacer tierra
enfermo con una sonrisa de satisfacción, además de que le molesten
cogió las dos primeras perras como los perros y yo fuera secuestrada en la tercera
iand'm obvio el olvido, pero thatand de mi ciencia
la mierda la cabeza en alto, como las filas de maíz puesto en los gigantes ciegos
havenand't estado con él, ya que el último cadáver bromeó
tenía una sonrisa manchada de sangre, y le dijo a la policía, and'he lo hizo! y '
por supuesto, el más crudo a través del 9-1-4, 1-0-9-4-0
got you beat sacudió como doc Moreau
verter la cerveza por ti mismo, porque youand're
Ayúdanos a mejorar, si encuentras errores ¡Envíanos tu corrección!
Cage
Agent orange
Agent orange
Dialogue below interpreted by cage from the film and'clockwork orangeand')
*whispered in the background several times: and'shoot the copsand'*
there was me, alex.. and three of my mens
all supposed to meet at korova milk bar
the korova milk bar couldnand't afford itand's liquor license
so it sold milkplus drencrom, or synthmesc
it would sharpen you up for a bit of the oland' ultraviolence
which plagued our minds for the evening
and so kiddies... death for all, right right?! right right!!
verse one: cage
iand'm against the machine like rage; bitches say, and'i hate you cage!and'
after circle jerks, i wash my hands off and do dirt
sick with a smirk, plus i be disturbed
fucked the first two bitches like dogs and i jacked off on the third
iand'm obvious oblivion but thatand's my science
fuck your head up like corn rows put in by blind giants
havenand't been with it, since the last corpse kidded
wore a blood stained smile, and told the cop, and'he did it!and'
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 youand're walkin dead
iand'll burn your house down like a fuckin talking head
and get high like fuck, and pick apart my brain
disections [ha!] may [ha!] mentally [ha!] cause [ha!] infections
break you with inventions, sick intentions
leave most mcand's lost in my sentence
iand'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 shit missed
watch the glock kiss, little sisand' 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 iand'm embalmin this
come around and get yoand' ass shot to clusters
iand'ma play the injuns with the arrows you be custardand'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 (and'that bitchand') 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 fuck ya moms backwards
lost in the dust, donand't give a fuck about dangerous
iand'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, shit 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 bitch clique behind ya
wake up in the mornin with a horsehead beside ya
ma dukes is just a cherry on top
spendin gand'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 brainand's takin a squirt
chorus
(dialogue below interpreted by cage from the film and'clockwork orangeand')
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...
Cage
Agente naranja
Agente naranja
Diálogo a continuación interpretado por la jaula de la película de orangeand and'clockwork ')
* Susurró en el fondo varias veces: * and'shoot la copsand '
Ahí estaba yo, alex .. y tres de mis hombres
supone que todos debemos cumplir en el bar Korova Milk
el bar Korova Milk couldnand't pagar la licencia de licor itand
por lo que se vende milkplus drencrom o synthmesc
habría que afinar un poco de ultraviolencia del Öland '
que afectó a nuestras mentes para la noche
y así kiddies ... de muerte para todos, a la derecha ¿no?! derecho de la derecha!
verso: la jaula
iand'm contra la máquina, como la rabia; perras decir, and'i odias jaula y '!
después de Circle Jerks, me lavo las manos y hacer tierra
enfermo con una sonrisa de satisfacción, además de que le molesten
cogió las dos primeras perras como los perros y yo fuera secuestrada en la tercera
iand'm obvio el olvido, pero thatand de mi ciencia
la mierda la cabeza en alto, como las filas de maíz puesto en los gigantes ciegos
havenand't estado con él, ya que el último cadáver bromeó
tenía una sonrisa manchada de sangre, y le dijo a la policía, and'he lo hizo! y '
por supuesto, el más crudo a través del 9-1-4, 1-0-9-4-0
got you beat sacudió como doc Moreau
verter la cerveza por ti mismo, porque youand're
Ayúdanos a mejorar, si encuentras errores ¡Envíanos tu corrección!
