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    Smut Peddlers / Lyrics

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    "Anti Hero's" Lyrics

    Smut Peddlers feat. Copywrite

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    [eon]
    We arrive with the sun smog up in the vintage london fog
    I'm fuckin your g after you took her to miniature golf
    From the floor of this shitty-ass kitchen
    I see hella cats in my general chao's chicken
    And your dogs is in the black bee sauce
    Fuck the wrong bitch raw and have your dick found up in cars
    I'm not worried bout no air time
    I'm more concerned about when my bald spot'll reach my hairline
    Cats be stuck on that grinch colored lie
    With one bloodshot and a twitch up in the other eye
    So you get stuck by the strong safety
    When you a serial killer clown like john wayne gacy
    Donate that track to charity
    Watch it become a trl calamity, soon to be parodied
    I stay married, to some d-cup breasteses
    With music, weed, and porno as my mistresses

    [chorus]
    We all weirdos, anti-hero's
    The ones your moms said wouldn't amount to fuckin zero
    Flaws in the laws, can't be downed by it
    Stalk through life with a quiet defiance
    We all weirdos, anti-hero's
    The ones your moms said wouldn't amount to fuckin zero
    So much hip-hop bullshit to cut through
    And if you don't like it, well then fuck you!

    [copywrite]
    Lovin sluts when they iq's under three
    They suck cock and rock a 34 in double-d (uh-huh)
    Earth will crumble under me
    And the moon will plummet to the sea before you cats are sunnin me
    I'm who rappers come see when they want heat
    If you had traces of copywrite in your sperm you couldn't cum-pete
    So fuck you, your mom, and your team of pawns
    And if you don't believe in god, then you're callin me a fraud

    [eon]
    Outlawed, for disturbin the peace in synagogues
    I'm rollin with a crew that look like fuckin sweathogs
    Endin up strapped to hospital gurneys
    With a stage show resemblin some "weekend at bernie's"
    Straight from "the dead zone" with ten poems
    Of dead tomes, now they gotta reinvent foes
    Since a child, my (? ) on file
    That's why I filmed your bitch with "girls gone wild"

    [chorus]

    [copywrite]
    Fuckin coward; I got priests and nuns lovin tower
    If it ain't about rap or pussy, I don't give a fuck about it
    Written for written, you can't front, your clan sucks
    Fuck it here, spit my written, I'll come off the head like dandruff
    Searchin the trunk of your benz for money to spend
    I'll steal from anybody especially one of my friends
    That goes double for that bitch you share your microphone with
    And those dumb enough to believe she writes her own shit
    You ain't no enemy, my friends are worse
    Got a memory with an endless verse
    To serve any emcee within this earth
    Whether kin to me, or friend since birth
    I'll kill you, hop in a rented jeep, rear-end your hearse
    Recite sinister quotes
    Minutes before I slice your minister's throat
    With a miniature sword
    So where my local whores with open sores
    That want copywrite semen to marinate they vocal chords?

    [chorus]
    This song was submitted on March 30th, 2011 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © The Bicycle Music Company.
    Written by Christian Palko, Erik Meltzer, Milo Berger.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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