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(Dialogue below interpreted by Cage from the film "Clockwork Orange")
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*whispered in the background: "Smoke dust, shoot the cops
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Give out automatics to your friends on the block"*
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There was me, Alex.. and three of my mens
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All supposed to meet at Korova Milk Bar
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The Korova Milk Bar couldn't afford it's liquor license
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so it sold milkplus Drencrom, or Synthmesc
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It would sharpen you up for a bit of the ol' ultraviolence
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which plagued our minds for the evening
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And so kiddies... death for all, right right?! RIGHT RIGHT!!
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Verse One: Cage
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I'm Against the Machine like Rage; bitches say, "I hate you Cage!"
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After circle jerks, I wash my hands off and do dirt
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Sick with a smirk, plus I be disturbed
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Fucked the first two bitches like dogs and I jacked off on the third
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I'm obvious oblivion but that's my science
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Fuck your head up like corn rows put in by blind giants
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Haven't been with it, since the last corpse kidded
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Wore a blood stained smile, and told the cop, "He did it!"
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Of course the most raw throughout the 9-1-4, 1-0-9-4-0
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Got you beasts shook like Doc Moreau
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Pour beer out for yourself because you're walkin dead
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I'll burn your house down like a fuckin Talking Head
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And get high like fuck, and pick apart my brain
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Disections [HA!] may [HA!] mentally [HA!] cause [HA!] infections
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Break you with inventions, sick intentions
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Leave most MC's lost in my sentence
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I'm strictly, beyond and back, come and get me
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Hemotobin, left from a lip like a hickie
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Leak smoke got me ready to murder a rookie
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Killers on your block tuck in they dicks like Tootsie
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Come and witness what your shit missed
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Watch the glock kiss, Little Sis' wetter like a Baptist
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Inconvinence; dilemma, like sitting on, Venus
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with no shuttle, treeless
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Try and pick apart some Agent Orange perception
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Catch frontal lobe damage and not manage correction
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I smell leak smoke, left by the anonymous
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Beats brought back to life, die, when I'm embalmin this
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Come around and get yo' ass shot to clusters
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I'ma play the injuns with the arrows you be Custard's.. back
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I write upon ya, divorce your head and neck then scalp it
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Rip off all your flesh and make a outfit
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Chorus: *cut and scratched by the DJ*
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People said his brain was infected by devils (3X)
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Infected by, infected by, infected by devils
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People said his brain was infected by devils (3X)
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Verse Two: Cage
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I survived abortion; got mushed in that canister shaped coffin
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til stolen ("that bitch") from the garbage I was tossed in
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Instincts, snatch your cream like links
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Blow shotguns through the sky, makin E.T. eyes chink
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See me twistin leak with my peeps from psychiatrics
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Get high, run up in ya crib and fuck ya moms backwards
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Lost in the dust, don't give a fuck about dangerous
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I'm in it for the whip, plus the cream and the head.. rush
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Ready to bust any trick that talk slick
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Know a crew of devils in my head that force me to walk..
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with, Death in my pocket for the curious
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At your execution see twelve faces of Jesus in your jury this,
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Orange Agent, shit on the vagrant
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Caught you in the alley by yourself and left your head vacant
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Dare you sample, some of the stress in my life
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Give an MC brain surgery with butterfly knives
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For all you cunts that try to spit with your bitch clique behind ya
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Wake up in the mornin with a horsehead beside ya
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Ma Dukes is just a cherry on top
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Spendin G's on quacks to try an fix my Clock
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I caught the quick lock, buggin in the institution
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Whatever sanity was left, caught the execution
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Psychological pollution, they stickin me with Thorazine solution
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Shootin at the sky lookin for Godly retribution
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And I can almost see clear
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I start buggin like a insect and lay larvae in ya ear
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Agent Orange stompin on MC corpse slim circle body part
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Call murder scenes abstract art
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Split your sweet prayers since the horror show with infra-red
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Boots get planted in chest there for the misled
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Lay it down for naps in the dirt, just like Clockwork
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Undress your ghost while your brain's takin a squirt
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Chorus
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(Dialogue below interpreted by Cage from the film "Clockwork Orange")
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Still feeling alive as the young devotchka collapsed
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Me being still ready for more in-out in-out
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Necro still forcing syringes and dope tracks on the locals
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We came to a place called home
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and did a little of the old, break and enter...
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Agent Orange
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