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Smut Peddlers

Anti Heros

  hip-hop  punk rock  punk  rap  hip hop
365 3 часа назад

Текст песни Smut Peddlers - Anti Heros

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[eon]We arrive with the sun smog up in the vintage london fogIm fuckin your g after you took her to miniature golfFrom the floor of this shitty-ass kitchenI see hella cats in my general chaos chickenAnd your dogs is in the black bee sauceFuck the wrong bitch raw and have your dick found up in carsIm not worried bout no air timeIm more concerned about when my bald spotll reach my hairlineCats be stuck on that grinch colored lieWith one bloodshot and a twitch up in the other eyeSo you get stuck by the strong safetyWhen you a serial killer clown like john wayne gacyDonate that track to charityWatch it become a trl calamity, soon to be parodiedI stay married, to some d-cup breastesesWith music, weed, and porno as my mistresses[chorus]We all weirdos, anti-herosThe ones your moms said wouldnt amount to fuckin zeroFlaws in the laws, cant be downed by itStalk through life with a quiet defianceWe all weirdos, anti-herosThe ones your moms said wouldnt amount to fuckin zeroSo much hip-hop bullshit to cut throughAnd if you dont like it, well then fuck you![copywrite]Lovin sluts when they iqs under threeThey suck cock and rock a 34 in double-d (uh-huh)Earth will crumble under meAnd the moon will plummet to the sea before you cats are sunnin meIm who rappers come see when they want heatIf you had traces of copywrite in your sperm you couldnt cum-peteSo fuck you, your mom, and your team of pawnsAnd if you dont believe in god, then youre callin me a fraud[eon]Outlawed, for disturbin the peace in synagoguesIm rollin with a crew that look like fuckin sweathogsEndin up strapped to hospital gurneysWith a stage show resemblin some "weekend at bernies"Straight from "the dead zone" with ten poemsOf dead tomes, now they gotta reinvent foesSince a child, my (? ) on fileThats why I filmed your bitch with "girls gone wild"[chorus][copywrite]Fuckin coward; I got priests and nuns lovin towerIf it aint about rap or pussy, I dont give a fuck about itWritten for written, you cant front, your clan sucksFuck it here, spit my written, Ill come off the head like dandruffSearchin the trunk of your benz for money to spendIll steal from anybody especially one of my friendsThat goes double for that bitch you share your microphone withAnd those dumb enough to believe she writes her own shitYou aint no enemy, my friends are worseGot a memory with an endless verseTo serve any emcee within this earthWhether kin to me, or friend since birthIll kill you, hop in a rented jeep, rear-end your hearseRecite sinister quotesMinutes before I slice your ministers throatWith a miniature swordSo where my local whores with open soresThat want copywrite semen to marinate they vocal chords? [chorus]

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