Текст песни Smut Peddlers - Medicated Minutes
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[Eon]I stalk down the block, grabbin my jockScratch cocks while I dot for my red light stopDead right Hobbes I write rhymes for a livinHid my misgivings from my brain was still mssing[Cage]Read and study while my boots muddySo fuckin filthy an Avirex butters look bummyThink out loud, cause I`m allowed, to stage dive in a crowdof cannibals about to spit across my eyebrow[Eon]Now God blessed me with abnormal tendenciesand granted clemency for illegal chemistryAin`t worth your weight in molecular structureOut of work like JFK Jr.`s flight instructor[Cage]Went, lookin for exits, and tried to get my head fixedSlept with a perforated picture of Jimi HendrixSee in these days, Cage is like, 54 waysto get my fuckin money, mega seedless to blaze[Chorus: Smut Peddlers]Sluts, gimmicks, ducks you finishedThis 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 finishedThis 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 stageSo many biters I performed in a shark cagein dark shades, during the Central Park raidsI walked out with a book of paper and a bag of beigefriends, the camera lens (is) behind the shoelaceGet more upskirts than (?) for your face[Eon]I`m fresh out the box like newbornsThe chicken played with my monkey now we makin zoo pornNow MC`s the Anti-Christ like, Damien thornEric the Pascal(?) land so feel the scornThe old man, illest show man, my moldinWith logic equal to fifteen Vulcans[Cage]And I`m soakin, face lookin blankShoot this little kid up with horse tranq` and send him to the bankwith a `give me the funds` note, clip`s missin from the gunIf he gets slapped then fuck it all I`ll split it with my dunns(Bum bum!) I shit on crumbs, got a couple thousand sonsthat all shoulda been wiped off some jugs or cloggin lungs[Eon]Everytime I dabble watch my life unravelDid I miss an exit to the road less traveled?Transmit from the depths of the deepest bassmentThrough the pavement, up into spaceshipsDeathstar creator, I orbit track warsMy appeal spans Rhodes scholars to slackjaws[Chorus][Eon]Yo, a Peddler show, include a few heathensFrom Hoth to Tatooine, you choose the seasonDialect for all these crews and legionsA walking contradiction like "Jews for Jesus"[Cage]I spit how the earth taste and pass forms out of placeGalvanize my face and kill for breathin spaceNobody to trace, open the trunk like the caseLight the L off of your body and sweepd you in the face[Eon]Yeah I seen old timers became semi-thugsI got more dizzy spells than Reginald Denny doesCranium blower, Shea Stadium goerHydro cultivator turned uranium grower[Cage]I`m the, smut chancellor, got vagina slippers for the floorShow you and that slut you call wifey hardcoreWhile 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!