Medicated Minutes Lyrics by Smut Peddlers

Medicated Minutes Lyrics


    [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 show man, my moldin
    With logic equal to fifteen vulcans

    [cage]
    And i'm soakin, face lookin blank
    Shoot this little kid up with horse tranq' and 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
    (bum bum!) i shit on crumbs, got a couple thousand sons
    That all shoulda been wiped off some jugs or cloggin lungs

    [eon]
    Everytime i dabble watch my life unravel
    Did i miss an exit to the road less traveled?
    Transmit from the depths of the deepest bassment
    Through the pavement, up into spaceships
    Deathstar creator, i orbit track wars
    My appeal spans rhodes scholars to slackjaws

    [chorus]

    [eon]
    Yo, a peddler show, include a few heathens
    From hoth to tatooine, you choose the season
    Dialect for all these crews and legions
    A walking contradiction like "jews for jesus"

    [cage]
    I spit how the earth taste and pass forms out of place
    Galvanize my face and kill for breathin space
    Nobody to trace, open the trunk like the case
    Light the l off of your body and sweepd you in the face

    [eon]
    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

    [cage]
    I'm the, smut chancellor, got vagina slippers for the floor
    Show you and that slut you call wifey hardcore
    While i burn off the lips, stacked(?) to evolve
    (?) i'm down to shoot (?) fucks cause i cancelled their cause

    [chorus]

    [cage]
    In a second you'll be checkin into fuckin smut clinics!
    In a second you'll be checkin into fuckin smut clinics!

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