Mr. Eon - In-Outs lyrics

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 twats then I bail after they're knocked 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**n' Dust your devotchka's crotch for Cage prints Leave p**y glowin' orange and it's been like that since My man's truck crashed, the radiation plant burned Spit ran out, lit up like Green Lantern Bit me on the wrist, while I'm drinkin Sunkist The can popped I spit electric piss From big city to outback, somebody's gettin caught in it 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 [Hook: 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 stay 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 Sparrow, 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 thirst, you're just quarter water Never heard about, just like Seargeant Slaughter Or Iron Sheik, Cobra Clutch your domepiece I try to stay slim, but my sh** be obese [Hook: Cage/Mr. Eon] [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 [Hook: Cage/Mr. Eon] 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