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We arrive with the sun smog up in the vintage london fog I’m fuckin your g after you took her to miniature golf From the floor of this shitty-ass kitchen I see hella cats in my general chao’s chicken And your dogs is in the black bee sauce Fuck the wrong bitch raw and have your dick found up in cars 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 killer 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 porno as my mistresses [chorus] We all weirdos, anti-hero’s The ones your moms said wouldn’t amount to fuckin 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 fuckin zero So much hip-hop bullshit to cut through And if you don’t like it, well then fuck you! [copywrite] Lovin sluts when they iq’s under three They suck cock and rock a 34 in double-d (uh-huh) Earth will crumble under me And the moon will plummet to the sea before you cats are sunnin me I’m who rappers come see when they want heat If you had traces of copywrite in your sperm you couldn’t cum-pete So fuck you, your mom, and your team of pawns 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 fuckin 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 (? ) on file That’s why I filmed your bitch with girls gone wild [chorus] [copywrite] Fuckin coward; I got priests and nuns lovin tower If it ain’t about rap or pussy, I don’t give a fuck about it Written for written, you can’t front, your clan sucks Fuck 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 bitch you share your microphone with And those dumb enough to believe she writes her own shit 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 kill you, hop in a rented jeep, rear-end your hearse Recite sinister quotes Minutes before I slice your minister’s throat With a miniature sword So where my local whores with open sores That want copywrite semen to marinate they vocal chords? [chorus]  More Smut Peddlers Song Lyrics
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