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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] S***s, 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 s***s, 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 s*** 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!
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