Medicated Minutes

歌詞

(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) Sluts, 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 sluts, 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 slut 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!