Welcome to the peep show. Perhaps you've heard of us. Are you familiar with this? Peddlers. Eastern Conference. . That smut, it is what it is. That smut, it is what it is.
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'.
I first saw the bitch at the galleria with Mr. E. Yo, check that Spanish bitch. Yeah, I see her, she was signing people up. For credit cards at Sears.
One of us equals many of us. Disrespect one of us, you'll see plenty of us. Come on, come on, come on, come on. Come on, come on, ahh, yeah. . You want Cage in the flesh, paper wants ink to bless.