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[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 SongtexteThis 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 newborns 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 [Chorus] [Cage] In a second you'll be checkin into fuckin smut clinics! In a second you'll be checkin into fuckin smut clinics! Aus Songtexte Mania