Ah ladies and gentlemen, you're smut peddlers again
 We're going back to our roots
 We are porn 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 anus MC's so much they stop shittin
 The Sugar Box, called crotch, for Cage prints
 Leave pussy 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 shit
 Even cheerleader from a player present
 Stuck this hooker with broken glass
 until her belly looked pregant
 Pissed in her mouth and lit her stomach for a while
 Kicked her in the ass 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 shit 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 Killamanjaro, 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 pussy 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 shit 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 fuckin 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 dildo 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