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Текст песни Smut Peddlers - 54

Smut Peddlers - 54 слова песни

[Cage - whispering]Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huhhhhhKill that cat.. watch me kill that catIf it`s your girl I`m lookin atThen watch me kill that cat[Verse One: Cage]I hunt cunts like these, with underground diseaseIn they yearly matin spots, spawn a million MC`s (got rhymes)that used to go to shows, drink dance get highThen you click the mic the whole audience wanna rhyme (yo let me rhyme let me rhyme)In `92 I let the Cage outta AlexThrough college radio demonstrate the fist, fuck the love balladsSummon demons in my ad libs, fun triplinVomit good shit, go feed off dead ChristiansRed light in the Lincoln, from drinkin DrencromThe corpse in my eye can explain the thinkinWhile I lay behind a wall of flesh, engulfed by the homelessIf I escape, I might evaporate my whole statePlus when Cage ripped in half on the concreteScreamin, "That`s my spirit running down the street!"The undead, writin in gun leadLiposuct` a fat bitch out her box with one hypo` jabInject tiger serum, I can`t hear `em (who?)Alex with the fuckin loaded thirty-oh-two, cause[Chorus: Cage]This is for the whores, and the kicked over storesAnd fifty-four dollars in my pocket on tourThis is for the kid that said, "Oh you dead!"And the fifty-four stitches that he caught in his headThis is for the clowns I beat with no handsAnd the two O-Z`s down to fifty-four gramsWith two to the face, I`m a basket faceWith fifty-four seconds to outer space[Cage]I love a bull mastiff ground up, make a pound upWith green Jesus, get in I`ll drive you to seizuresHumanoid pause, before God, with cyborg dogs after meKillin these rhymin Sigmund Freuds - for the causeYour whole life`s a waitin room for wormsStrangest occurs, you see Venus in fursWith toast out facin Earth, avenge my sixteenYour old shell talk to pistols like StarscreamMy whole story lost on a wall in black marker66 more flicks for Clive BarkerWith a little message, for real research kidsCan you guess who the faggot DJ is?My anti-commercial style will curse youSay fuck so much, my airplay`s like curfewTo third shift farm chemists, the senate scarredStart killin all the livin like the Serbian guardsYou supportin communism buyin majors so dubWatch me put two rocks in Kurt Loder head, whassup[Chorus]{*Mighty Mi scratches*}The undead.. red light in the LincolnFor Cage.. ripped.. in half on the concreteScreamin, "That`s my spirit runnin down the street!"Runnin down the street.. runnin d... down the street

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