Botton Feeders Lyrics - Singles - Smut Peddlers

Let my orange dick spit 

I got a dog named Kubrick, it's obvious I like his flicks 

Filming 'em with human chicks, if that's a sin 

Let him poke this white bitch Kim for coke 

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 spawn a colony 

'Smell Like Teen Spirit'? Grab a shotgun and feed us 

My LP street, they shaking up Columbine High cheerleaders 

Dipping in two seaters that ain't mine 

So many sick ass letter combinations I peg rhymes 

Blew my EC 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 shit and not get fucked up? 

That's a fagot's dream 

Yeah, you know how we comin' 

With the looters, solicitors, unwanted visitors 

Nickel bag misdemeanors, bottom feeders 

Moochers, bleeders, breeders and sleepers 

Yeah, you know how we comin' 

With the looters, solicitors, unwanted visitors 

Nickel bag misdemeanors, bottom feeders 

Moochers, bleeders, breeders and sleepers 

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 dick sucked in the Batmobile 

I live in Long Island, with a house of retards 

And illegal aliens that need green cards 

I'm a rap legend to little weird white kids 

That carve shit 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 jerkin' off in the bathroom 

Cage, Eon, Mighty Mi, why try? 

Remix this shit Put it back out when I die 

Yeah, you know how we comin' 

With the looters, solicitors, unwanted visitors 

Nickel bag misdemeanors, bottom feeders 

Moochers, bleeders, breeders and sleepers 

Yeah, you know how we comin' 

With the looters, solicitors, unwanted visitors 

Nickel bag misdemeanors, bottom feeders 

Moochers, bleeders, breeders and sleepers 

I'm so depressed, I'm doing whippets for hours 

'Cuz I realize I'm less popular than what's happening now was 

There are women in pits in my basement 

My trophy Morgana's tits in a glass encased man 

Like my sidekick Gary Highnick I'm still banging the Thai chicks 

Plus, I'm high, bitch, Eon rains, fuck 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 shit 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 

Yeah, you know how we comin' 

With the looters, solicitors, unwanted visitors 

Nickel bag misdemeanors, bottom feeders 

Moochers, bleeders, breeders and sleepers 

Yeah, you know how we comin' 

With the looters, solicitors, unwanted visitors 

Nickel bag misdemeanors, bottom feeders 

Moochers, bleeders, breeders and sleepers