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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 schoolâ€
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
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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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