Medicated Minutes - Smut Peddlers

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

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

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

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

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!

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 women’s tennis for your face

I’m fresh out the box like newborns

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

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

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

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»

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

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

Hang my nuts down so low, got vagina slippers for the floor

Show you and that slut you call wifey hardcore

While I burn off the lipsthat you evolved from

I’m down to shoot Pop Funks ‘cause I can’t tell what caused 'em

In a second you’ll be checkin into fuckin smut clinics!

In a second you’ll be checkin into fuckin smut clinics!