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Smut Peddlers
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Medicated Minutes
[eon] I stalk down the block, grabbin my jock Scratch cocks while i dot for my red light stop Dead right hobbes i write rhymes for a livin Hid my misgivings from my brain was still mssing
[cage] Read and study while my boots muddy So fuckin filthy an avirex butters look bummy Think out loud, cause i'm allowed, to stage dive in a crowd Of cannibals about to spit across my eyebrow
[eon] Now god blessed me with abnormal tendencies And granted clemency for illegal chemistry Ain't worth your weight in molecular structure Out of work like jfk jr.'s flight instructor
[cage] Went, lookin for exits, and tried to get my head fixed Slept with a perforated picture of jimi hendrix See in these days, cage is like, 54 ways To get my fuckin money, mega seedless to blaze
[chorus: smut peddlers] Sluts, gimmicks, ducks you finished This is dedicated for those medicated minutes Fuck, image, we stuck on spinach In a second you'll be checkin into fuckin smut clinics! Like sluts, gimmicks, ducks you finished This is dedicated for those medicated minutes Fuck, image, we stuck on spinach In a second you'll be checkin into fuckin smut clinics!
[cage] I ran up in a wack open mic cafe on stage So many biters i performed in a shark cage In dark shades, during the central park raids I walked out with a book of paper and a bag of beige Friends, the camera lens (is) behind the shoelace Get more upskirts than (?) for your face
[eon] I'm fresh out the box like new (?) The chicken played with my monkey now we makin zoo porn Now mc's the anti-christ like, damien thorn Eric the pascal(?) land so feel the scorn The old man, illest show man, my moldin With logic equal to fifteen vulcans
[cage] And i'm soakin, face lookin blank Shoot this little kid up with horse tranq' and send him to the bank With a 'give me the funds' note, clip's missin from the gun If he gets slapped then fuck it all i'll split it with my dunns (bum bum!) i shit on crumbs, got a couple thousand sons That all shoulda been wiped off some jugs or cloggin lungs
[eon] Everytime i dabble watch my life unravel Did i miss an exit to the road less traveled? Transmit from the depths of the deepest bassment Through the pavement, up into spaceships Deathstar creator, i orbit track wars My appeal spans rhodes scholars to slackjaws
[chorus]
[eon] Yo, a peddler show, include a few heathens From hoth to tatooine, you choose the season Dialect for all these crews and legions A walking contradiction like 'jews for jesus'
[cage] I spit how the earth taste and pass forms out of place Galvanize my face and kill for breathin space Nobody to trace, open the trunk like the case Light the l off of your body and sweepd you in the face
[eon] Yeah i seen old timers became semi-thugs I got more dizzy spells than reginald denny does Cranium blower, shea stadium goer Hydro cultivator turned uranium grower
[cage] I'm the, smut chancellor, got vagina slippers for the floor Show you and that slut you call wifey hardcore While i burn off the lips, stacked(?) to evolve (?) i'm down to shoot (?) fucks cause i cancelled their cause
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[cage] In a second you'll be checkin into fuckin smut clinics! In a second you'll be checkin into fuckin smut clinics!
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