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smut peddlers - medicated minutes lyrics

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[eon]
i stalk down the block, grabbin my jock
scratch c-cks 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 b-mmy
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: sm-t 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 sm-t 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 sm-t 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 p-rn
now mc’s the anti-christ like, damien th-rn
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
(b-m b-m!) 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 b-ssment
through the pavement, up into sp-ceships
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 p-ss forms out of place
galvanize my face and kill for breathin sp-ce
n-body 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, sm-t chancellor, got v-g-n- slippers for the floor
show you and that sl-t you call wifey hardcore
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 sm-t clinics!
in a second you’ll be checkin into f-ckin sm-t clinics!

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