Smut Peddlers – Medicated Minutes lyrics

[eon]
I stalk down the block, grabbin my jock
Scratch cocks 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 fuckin filthy an avirex butters look bummy
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 fuckin money, mega seedless to blaze

[chorus: smut peddlers]
S***s, gimmicks, ducks you finished
This is dedicated for those medicated minutes
Fuck, image, we stuck on spinach
In a second you'll be checkin into fuckin smut clinics!
Like s***s, gimmicks, ducks you finished
This 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 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 porn
Now mc's the anti-christ like, damien thorn
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 fuck it all I'll split it with my dunns
(bum bum!) I shit 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 bassment
Through the pavement, up into spaceships
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 pass forms out of place
Galvanize my face and kill for breathin space
Nobody 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, smut chancellor, got vagina slippers for the floor
Show you and that s*** you call wifey hardcore
While 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!