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letra de bottom feeders - smut peddlers

[verse 1: cage]
let my orange d-ck spit
i got a dog named kubrick
it’s obvious i like his fl!cks
filming ’em with human chicks
if that’s a sin, let him poke this white b-tch kim
for c0ke, outside of a bar until i switched in
breaking her in like new tims in a robbery
take a culture of my spit’s culture and sp-wn a colony
smell like teen spirit? grab a shotgun and feed us
my l.p. street date shaking up columbine high cheerleaders
dipping in two seaters, that ain’t mine
so many sick -ss letter combinations i paint rhymes
blew my e.c. advance on a pc and grams
dc and ps2 games, grow lights and plants
crops done by the time the cops come
car jacked this pregnant indian for a datsun
blaze a building, to catch a rap magazine
you wanna talk sh-t and not get f-cked up?
that’s a f-ggot’s dream!

[hook x2]
(yeah, you know how we coming)
with the looters, solicitors, unwanted visitors
nickel bag misdemeanors, bottom feeders
moochers, bleeders, breeders and sleepers

[verse 2: r.a. the rugged man]
hey yo, i’m just as broke as when i had no deal
i’m not too bright, my brain’s like oatmeal
i used to be label mates with shaquille o’neal
now i get my d-ck sucked in the batmobile
i live in long island, with a house of r-t-rds
and illegal aliens that need green cards
i’m a rap legend to little weird white kids
that carve sh-t in their arms, like “i don’t wanna live”
i’m the original, dirty, white gangster
rhymer, perverted rhyme writer
we dirty old men you can’t trust us
see us finger popping your daughters in the back of school buses
rugged man, hairy baboon
catch me at the mtv awards jerking off in the bathroom
cage, eon, mighty mi, why try?
remix this sh-t, put it back out when i die

[hook x2]

[verse 3: mr. eon]
i’m so depressed, i’m doing whippits for hours
cause i realize, i’m less popular than “what’s happening now!!” was
there are women in pits in my bas-m-nt
my trophy, morgana’s t-ts in a gl-ss encased man
like my sidekick gary heidnik
i’m still banging the thai chicks plus i’m high b-tch
eon rains, f-ck it! e hurricanes
you a cold front that’s seen on every weather vane
i got a storm more perfect than george clooney
thinking y’all scary, y’all ain’t even goonies
e eases through the scene that’s serene
and drops the illest sh-t any latrine has ever seen
i have no left or right ventricles
that’s why i laugh when cops pull out with both tentacles
the beast lives among us
and i cause a reaction similar to what seeing your mother hung does

[hook x2]

- smut peddlers

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