(feat. Cage)
Ah ladies and gentlemen, you're smut peddlers again
We're going back to our roots
We are p**n again..
[Cage]
I surf out spots and I bail after they knock
Socially disorder like, whites blacks and Puerto Rocks
In your lab with toast and oven mittens
Keep my feet in an*s MC's so much they stop sh**tin
The Sugar Box, called crotch, for Cage prints
Leave p**y glowin orange in a spin like dioxins
My man's truck crashed, the radiation plant burned
Spit ran out, lit up like Green Lantern
Bentley on the wrist, while I'm drinkin Sunkist
??? I spit electric piss
From big city to outback, somebody's gettin cornered
And my steez got my old seeds suicidal abortin sh**
Even cheerleader from a player present
Stuck this hooker with broken gla**
Until her belly looked pregant
Pissed in her mouth and lit her stomach for a while
Kicked her in the a** while she gave birth to a crystal
[Chorus: Mr. Eon, Cage]
I peddle smut like paper routes with no droughts
We givin IN-OUTS, and IN-OUTS, and more IN-OUTS
I spray fluid by the ounce, your pouch gets pounced
Givin IN-OUTS, and IN-OUTS, and more IN-OUTS
I peddle smut like paper routes, your mom's house
Catches IN-OUTS, and IN-OUTS, and more IN-OUTS
I spray fluid by the ounce, your pouch gets pounced
Givin IN-OUTS, and IN-OUTS, and more IN-OUTS
[Mr. Eon]
We get our lye on, while my sh** spray like Krylon's
My wide-eyed state red just like a cylon
From the drug that I be high on, you know my motto
I'm tellin you girl, I got a tough pill to swallow
Like k**amanjaro, been in there
Ever since Rory Sparrell, shot straight like an arrow
I hope to grab up pirates just like a pharoah
And I wobble too much, for the straight and narrow
But on this mic, I be a pleasant surprise
Like seein shaved p**y right in front of your eyes
Intriguing, your empty words have no meaning
You need Vivarin if you gonna keep sleeping
I be quenching thirsts, you're just quarter water
Never heard about, just like Seargeant Slaughter
O-I-N-T, cobra clutch your domepiece
I try to stay slim, but my sh** be obese
[Chorus: Cage, Mr. Eon]
I peddle smut like paper routes with no droughts
We givin IN-OUTS, and IN-OUTS, and more IN-OUTS
Spray fluid by the ounce, your pouch gets pounced
Givin IN-OUTS, and IN-OUTS, and more IN-OUTS
I peddle smut like paper routes, your mom's house
Catches IN-OUTS, and IN-OUTS, and more IN-OUTS
Spray fluid by the ounce, your pouch gets pounced
Givin IN-OUTS, and IN-OUTS, and more IN-OUTS
[Cage]
I scribble declarations cause mental patients need it
Turn a dominatrix to a submissive cheerleader
Bite it beat it eat it hit it quit it
Then I stick my fingers in the f**in mouth of critics
Ahhh, day in the life of Agent Orange mad E.T.
Paraphanelia, try all local twats in the area
Stormin grounds with four-pounds, I exist through the rounds
Take it out on my mom's dome with legs and arms bound
[Mr. Eon]
We spit phlegm that's outrageous, like sneaker prices
Mics get wet like dil*o devices
Bleed from sores that's puss ridden, plus hidden
In a Crackerjack surprise, your demise
The skull fracture, I attacked ya
Mr. E in 3-D, you're just a beat jacker
Exhalin flatulence, past tense
Have quadripalegics, doin back bends
[Chorus: Cage, Mr. Eon]
I peddle smut like paper routes with no droughts
Givin IN-OUTS, and IN-OUTS, and more IN-OUTS
Spray fluid by the ounce, your pouch gets pounced
Givin IN-OUTS, and IN-OUTS, and more IN-OUTS
I peddle smut like paper routes, your mom's house
Catches IN-OUTS, and IN-OUTS, and more IN-OUTS
Spray fluid by the ounce, your pouch gets pounced
Givin IN-OUTS, and IN-OUTS, and more IN-OUTS
Agent Orange, smut peddler for life
Dick Starbuck, smut peddler for life
DJ Mighty Mi, smut peddler for life
J the Sultan, smut peddler for life
Al Goldstein, smut peddler for life
Bill Clinton, smut peddler for life
Hide your women