Anti Hero's Lyrics - Singles - Smut Peddlers

[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 hospital gurneys 

With a stage show resemblin some "weekend at bernie's" 

Straight from "the dead zone" with ten poems 

Of dead tomes, now they gotta reinvent foes 

Since a child, my (? ) on file 

That's why I filmed your bitch with "girls gone wild" 

[chorus] 

[copywrite] 

Fuckin coward; I got priests and nuns lovin tower 

If it ain't about rap or pussy, I don't give a fuck about it 

Written for written, you can't front, your clan sucks 

Fuck it here, spit my written, I'll come off the head like dandruff 

Searchin the trunk of your benz for money to spend 

I'll steal from anybody especially one of my friends 

That goes double for that bitch you share your microphone with 

And those dumb enough to believe she writes her own shit 

You ain't no enemy, my friends are worse 

Got a memory with an endless verse 

To serve any emcee within this earth 

Whether kin to me, or friend since birth 

I'll kill you, hop in a rented jeep, rear-end your hearse 

Recite sinister quotes 

Minutes before I slice your minister's throat 

With a miniature sword 

So where my local whores with open sores 

That want copywrite semen to marinate they vocal chords? 

[chorus]