Medicated Minutes Lyrics - Singles - 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 missin' 

Read an' 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 

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 an' 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 whack open mic cafe on stage 

So many biters, I performed in a shark cage 

In dark shades durin' the Central Park raids 

I walked out with a book of paper an' a bag of beige 

Friends, the camera lens is behind the shoelace 

Get more upskirts than women [Incomprehensible] 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 showman, my moldin' 

With logic equal to fifteen Vulcans 

An' I'm soakin', face lookin' blank 

Shoot this little kid up with horse tranq' 

An' 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 

I shit on crumbs, got a couple thousand sons 

That all shoulda been wiped off some jugs or cloggin' lungs 

Every time I dabble, watch my life unravel 

Did I miss an exit to the road less traveled? 

Transmit from the depths of the deepest basement 

Through the pavement, up into spaceships 

Death Star creator, I orbit track wars 

My appeal spans Rhodes scholars to slack jaws 

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 

Yo, a peddler show, include a few heathens 

From Hoth to Tatooine, you choose the season 

Dialect for all these crews an' legions 

A walkin' contradiction like, 'Jews for Jesus' 

I spit how the earth taste an' pass forms out of place 

Galvanize my face an' kill for breathin' space 

Nobody to trace, open the trunk like the case 

Light the L off of your body an' sweeped 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 

I'm the smut chancellor, got vagina slippers for the floor 

Show you an' that slut you call 'Wifey', hardcore 

While I burn off the lips, stacked to evolve from 

I'm down to shoot [Incomprehensible] fucks 

'Cause I canceled their cause 

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 

In a second, you'll be checkin' into fuckin' smut clinics 

In a second, you'll be checkin' into fuckin' smut clinics