That Smut

{Eon]

Welcome to the peep show

[Cage]

Perhaps you've heard of us

(Are you familiar with this?)

[Eon]

Peddlers

[Cage]

Eastern Conference

[Smut Peddlers]

That smut!It is what it is

That smut!It is what it is

That smut!It is what it is

That smut!It is what it is

[Eon]

Yo yo, I'm unrippable like Knicks tickets

And if your girl's a little looser you bet E's dick did it

I'll lace your crew better than Paragon can

Have you shook worse than the Marathon Man

Makin MC's use our fetus to clone us

Comin out lookin like Arvydas Sabonis

My team's in the bonus, you foul too much

Playin on the wall with the scowls and such

Man the Owl's a dutch, I done all varities

Cage, Mi, and E's - anti-society

Fingers blisterin, still stickerin

Under black moonlight, with butane flickerin

I'm with my girl but yeah I'm lookin at yours

Done 'em all, debutantes to crack whores

Bad breath (?) stink like shits is

Y'all belong up in the pink like douches

[Chorus 2X: Smut Peddlers]

That smut!Wet dreams of G-13

That smut!Money shots and porno plots

That smut!Politicians in limousines sniffin

That smut!Double D's trapped in baby T's

[Cage]

Ducks came through, we laid 'em out

While you fucks dissect spit from Cage's mouth

When I run a vagrant route, you spacin out

With no family to react when your brains is out

And when I click this out you know the drill (SCATTER!)

This mic a shiv; hip-hop is Nancy after I stab her

On stage, you wanna go on after?

Show you the Art of War and then finish the crowd with the 1st chapter

Come and walk through this little doorway

Enter the mind of Cage and a horse will shit you out on Broadway

The flies won't eat it then feed it to the (?)

Peddle Smut like anabolic beer meth hydrolix

Alex frolics; hangin upside down

Ordained til my rhyme ninja bleeds through my face of war paint

So if you see me with a little pop jingle

Shoot me in the back of the head and feed me to my starvin breddern

[Chorus]

[Cage]

Cage kennels, back to the state (?)

Put you in the mental, locked down with three channels

EC Network, the weather station, my favorites

Cut your back out, sell it to Avirex

Kissed this (?) bitch with AIDS and I caught a cold sore

Looking for "Sex in the City" and I shit on these four old whores

Kick mud off my boots to shake the story loose

Actin bigheaded when I smoke with Beetlejuice

[Eon]

Kids wanna fuck with the Peddlers, I can't wait

I strafe Diallo's widow, datin the jake

You spit some shit, I'll return the sentiment

and spit in your face, cause you're not in your element

Born to slay them fake mega monsters

who couldn't even rhyme if they had teleprompters

(Yo E you fucked up) Man you probably right

I wipe my ass and shove it in your face like Bobby Knight

[Chorus]

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That smut!