เนื้อเพลง Medicated Minutes - Smut Peddlers

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 f*ckin filthy an Avirex b*tters 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 f*ckin money, mega seedless to blaze

[Chorus: Smut Peddlers]
Sl*ts, gimmicks, ducks you finished
This is dedicated for those Medicated Minutes
F*ck, image, we stuck on spinach
In a second you'll be checkin into f*ckin smut clinics!
Like sl*ts, gimmicks, ducks you finished
This is dedicated for those medicated minutes
F*ck, image, we stuck on spinach
In a second you'll be checkin into f*ckin 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 f*ck it all I'll split it with my dunns
(Bum bum!) I sh*t 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 sl*t you call wifey h*rdcore
While I burn off the lips, stacked(?) to evolve
(?) I'm down to shoot (?) f*cks cause I cancelled their cause

[Chorus]

[Cage]
In a second you'll be checkin into f*ckin smut clinics!
In a second you'll be checkin into f*ckin smut clinics!