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(feat. Cage) Ah ladies and gentlemen, you're smut peddlers again We're going back to our roots We are porn again.. [Cage] I surf out spots and I bail after they knock Socially disorder like, whites blacks and Puerto Rocks In your lab with toast and oven mittens Keep my feet in anus MC's so much they stop shittin The Sugar Box, called crotch, for Cage prints Leave pussy glowin orange in a spin like dioxins My man's truck crashed, the radiation plant burned Spit ran out, lit up like Green Lantern Bentley on the wrist, while I'm drinkin Sunkist ? ? ? I spit electric piss From big city to outback, somebody's gettin cornered And my steez got my old seeds suicidal abortin shit Even cheerleader from a player present Stuck this hooker with broken glass until her belly looked pregant Pissed in her mouth and lit her stomach for a while Kicked her in the ass while she gave birth to a crystal [Chorus: Mr. Eon, Cage] Songtexte I peddle smut like paper routes with no droughts We givin IN-OUTS, and IN-OUTS, and more IN-OUTS I spray fluid by the ounce, your pouch gets pounced Givin IN-OUTS, and IN-OUTS, and more IN-OUTS I peddle smut like paper routes, your mom's house catches IN-OUTS, and IN-OUTS, and more IN-OUTS I spray fluid by the ounce, your pouch gets pounced Givin IN-OUTS, and IN-OUTS, and more IN-OUTS [Mr. Eon] We get our lye on, while my shit spray like Krylon's My wide-eyed state red just like a cylon From the drug that I be high on, you know my motto I'm tellin you girl, I got a tough pill to swallow Like Killamanjaro, been in there ever since Rory Sparrell, shot straight like an arrow I hope to grab up pirates just like a pharoah and I wobble too much, for the straight and narrow But on this mic, I be a pleasant surprise Like seein shaved pussy right in front of your eyes Intriguing, your empty words have no meaning You need Vivarin if you gonna keep sleeping I be quenching thirsts, you're just quarter water Never heard about, just like Seargeant Slaughter O-I-N-T, cobra clutch your domepiece I try to stay slim, but my shit be obese [Chorus: Cage, Mr. Eon] I peddle smut like paper routes with no droughts We givin IN-OUTS, and IN-OUTS, and more IN-OUTS Spray fluid by the ounce, your pouch gets pounced Givin IN-OUTS, and IN-OUTS, and more IN-OUTS I peddle smut like paper routes, your mom's house catches IN-OUTS, and IN-OUTS, and more IN-OUTS Spray fluid by the ounce, your pouch gets pounced Givin IN-OUTS, and IN-OUTS, and more IN-OUTS [Cage] I scribble declarations cause mental patients need it Turn a dominatrix to a submissive cheerleader Bite it beat it eat it hit it quit it Then I stick my fingers in the fuckin mouth of critics Ahhh, day in the life of Agent Orange mad E.T. Paraphanelia, try all local twats in the area Stormin grounds with four-pounds, I exist through the rounds Take it out on my mom's dome with legs and arms bound [Mr. Eon] We spit phlegm that's outrageous, like sneaker prices Mics get wet like dildo devices Bleed from sores that's puss ridden, plus hidden in a Crackerjack surprise, your demise The skull fracture, I attacked ya Mr. E in 3-D, you're just a beat jacker Exhalin flatulence, past tense Have quadripalegics, doin back bends [Chorus: Cage, Mr. Eon] I peddle smut like paper routes with no droughts Givin IN-OUTS, and IN-OUTS, and more IN-OUTS Spray fluid by the ounce, your pouch gets pounced Givin IN-OUTS, and IN-OUTS, and more IN-OUTS I peddle smut like paper routes, your mom's house catches IN-OUTS, and IN-OUTS, and more IN-OUTS Spray fluid by the ounce, your pouch gets pounced Givin IN-OUTS, and IN-OUTS, and more IN-OUTS Agent Orange, smut peddler for life Dick Starbuck, smut peddler for life DJ Mighty Mi, smut peddler for life J the Sultan, smut peddler for life Al Goldstein, smut peddler for life Bill Clinton, smut peddler for life Hide your women Aus Songtexte Mania