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smut peddlers - anti hero's lyrics

[eon]
we arrive with the sun smog up in the vintage london fog
i’m f-ckin your g after you took her to miniature golf
from the floor of this sh-tty–ss kitchen
i’ve seen iller cats in my general tso’s chicken
and your dogs is in the black bee sauce
f-ck the wrong b-tch raw and have your d-ck bound up in gauze
i’m not worried bout no air time
i’m more concerned about when my bald spot’ll reach my hairline
cats be stuck on that grinch colored lie
with one bloodshot and a twitch up in the other eye
so you get stuck by the strong safety
when you a serial k!ller clown like john wayne gacy
donate that track to charity
watch it become a trl calamity, soon to be parodied
i stay married, to some d-cup breasteses
with music, weed, and p-rno as my mistresses

[hook]
we all weirdos, anti-hero’s
the ones your moms said wouldn’t amount to f-ckin zero
flaws in the laws, can’t be downed by it
stalk through life with a quiet defiance
we all weirdos, anti-hero’s
the ones your moms said wouldn’t amount to f-ckin zero
so much hip-hop bullsh-t to cut through
and if you don’t like it, well then f-ck you!

[copywrite]
lovin sl-ts when they iq’s under three
they suck c-ck and rock a 34 double-d (uh-huh)
earth will crumble under me
and the moon will plummet to the sea before you cats are soning me
i’m who rappers come see when they want heat
if you had traces of copywrite in your sperm you couldn’t compete
so f-ck you, your mom, and your team of p-wns
and if you don’t believe in god, then you’re callin me a fraud

[eon]
outlawed, for disturbin the peace in synagogues
i’m rollin with a crew that look like f-ckin sweathogs
endin up strapped to hospital gurneys
with a stage show resemblin some “weekend at bernie’s”
straight from “the dead zone” with ten poems
of dead tomes, now they gotta reinvent foes
since a child, my got p-rn rolls on file
that’s why i filmed your b-tch with “girls gone wild”

[hook]

[copywrite]
f-ckin coward; i got priests and nuns lovin tower
if it ain’t about rap or p-ssy, i don’t give a f-ck about it
written for written, you can’t front, your clan sucks
f-ck it here, spit my written, i’ll come off the head like dandruff
searchin the trunk of your benz for money to spend
i’ll steal from anybody especially one of my friends
that goes double for that b-tch you share your microphone with
and those dumb enough to believe she writes her own sh-t
you ain’t no enemy, my friends are worse
got a memory with an endless verse
to serve any emcee within this earth
whether kin to me, or friend since birth
i’ll k!ll you, hop in a rented jeep, rear-end your he-rs-
recite sinister quotes
minutes before i slice your minister’s throat
with a miniature sword
so where my local wh0r-s with open sores
that want copywrite s-m-n to marinate they vocal chords?

[hook]

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