One By One (revamped) * Lyrics - Singles - Smut Peddlers

I shapeshift 

I shapeshift to a spliff 

Light myself up 

Ignite the mic and felt up 

Your butter shit get melt up 

Your mic is falling on 

Needs to be helped up 

Snatch your rap belt up 

Blaze the tron, Eon the phenom 

I'm on par with rap czars 

Fascist dictators 

Dick Starbuck and I'm playin' Space Invaders 

Standin' so close, made you liable 

Turn your Rap Bible to the false idols 

I been bringin' doom to the groom 

Snatchin' up the bridal 

I'll hoch paragraphs, invest in ebola 

Fuck you up like Pop Rocks and Coco-Cola 

Tryin' to be cute like Mun Chi Chi 

Really catch a nut from munchin' on deez 

Hundreds please, honey don't make a peep 

In 2G it's only our word that we keep 

You in the wrong place 

You in the wrong time 

You with the wrong someone 

Smut Peddlers, false poets get done 

One by one, by one by one 

You in the wrong place 

You in the wrong time 

You with the wrong someone 

Smut Peddlers, false poets get done 

Every morning, every evening 

You in the wrong place 

Seen the stupid look on your face 

Get done, Dunn like Warrick, but never even saw it 

Yo Cage show em how you go 

Inject the raw shit, MC's gonna forfeit 

I was thrown in this life form wit basic essentials 

Like screamin' over other cats' rhymes like they instrumentals 

Sacrifice mics, in front of my following 

You shit your insides out and go barefoot wallowing 

Swallowing, woodern crosses, I'm nauseous 

Fourth the pale horses, insect lynches, dental flosses 

Don't practice witchcraft, I got a craft which shits 

My name stand between MC's lips like clits 

Threw you off the roof 'cuz you thought your ass was fly 

Till I bungeed off the top and stuck needles in your third eye 

Wild shit like this comes from boredom in my forehead 

My cousin in Serbia said there's more dead 

And there's even more dead livin' upstate 

Middletown New York where young girls and dogs procreate 

Call your local agent up for a fix 

If you outta cake, I'll take duct-taped up playmates 

You in the wrong place 

You in the wrong time 

You with the wrong someone 

Smut Peddlers, false poets get done 

One by one, by one by one 

You in the wrong place 

You in the wrong time 

You with the wrong someone 

Smut Peddlers, false poets get done 

Every morning, every evening 

When the weakest of the foodchain steps it up 

You might come complete with a lot of bullshit 

Witness legendary tales as opposed to clones 

They like microscopic versions of Indiana Jones 

[Unverified] lost, Temple of Doom the chorus 

Goin' out like the Last Crusade against the Source 

You know my name like the blonde flame tryin' clone it 

What opponents? Those are kids I spit on last year 

Still soaking 

Think about the battle before you start em 

You'd be better off with a John Rocker jersey up in Harlem 

Shitted on the Tidybowl man, left his boat 

Left him fuckin' drownin' in the trek that I quote 

I turn your tranquil land into a savage garden 

Eon run through New York like Curtis Martin 

The shit talker, the spittin' litterbug 

I'm watchin' you little children like a babysitter does 

You in the wrong place 

You in the wrong time 

You with the wrong someone 

Smut Peddlers, false poets get done 

One by one, by one by one 

You in the wrong place 

You in the wrong time 

You with the wrong someone 

Smut Peddlers, false poets get done 

Every morning, every evening 

One by one 

One by one 

One by one 

One by one