Smut Peddlers
Smut Peddlers - Anti-Heroes lyrics
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[Eon] 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