Testi musica canzoni

[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 sho