[Eon]

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 mssing



[Cage]

Read and 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



[Eon]

Now God blessed me with abnormal tendencies

and granted clemency for illegal chemistry

Ain't worth your weight in molecular structure

Out of work like JFK Jr.'s flight instructor



[Cage]

Went, lookin for exits, and 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



[Chorus: Smut Peddlers]

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!



[Cage]

I ran up in a wack open mic cafe on stage

So many biters I performed in a shark cage

in dark shades, during the Central Park raids

I walked out with a book of paper and a bag of beige

friends, the camera lens (is) behind the shoelace

Get more upskirts than (?) for your face



[Eon]

I'm fresh out the box like new (?)

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 sho