That Smut Lyrics - Singles - Smut Peddlers

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 

That smut, it is what it is 

That smut, it is what it is 

Yo yo, I'm unrippable like Knicks tickets 

And if your girl's a little looser you bet E's dick did it 

I'll lace your crew better than Paragon can 

Have you shook worse than the Marathon Man 

Makin MC's use our fetus to clone us 

Comin' out lookin' like Arvydas Sabonis 

My team's in the bonus, you foul too much 

Playin' on the wall with the scowls and such 

Man the Owl's a Dutch, I done all varities 

Cage, Mi, and E's, anti-society 

Fingers blisterin', still stickerin' 

Under black moonlight, with butane flickerin' 

I'm with my girl but yeah, I'm lookin' at yours 

Done 'em all, debutantes to crack whores 

Bad breath you may stink like shits is 

Y'all belong up in the pink like douches 

That smut, wet dreams of G-13 

That smut, money shots and porno plots 

That smut, politicians in limousines sniffin' 

That smut, double D's trapped in baby T's 

That smut, wet dreams of G-13 

That smut, money shots and porno plots 

That smut, politicians in limousines sniffin' 

That smut, double D's trapped in baby T's 

Ducks came through, we laid 'em out 

While you fucks dissect spit from Cage's mouth 

When I run a vagrant route, you spacin' out 

With no family to react when your brains is out 

And when I click this out you know the drill 

This mic a shiv, hip-hop is Nancy after I stab her 

On stage, you wanna go on after? 

Show you the Art of War and then finish the crowd with the 1st chapter 

Come and walk through this little doorway 

Enter the mind of Cage and a horse will shit you out on Broadway 

The flies won't eat it then feed it to the wildest 

Peddle Smut like anabolic beer meth hydrolix 

Alex frolics, hangin' upside down 

Ordained 'til my rhyme ninja bleeds through my face of war paint 

So if you see me with a little pop jingle 

Shoot me in the back of the head and feed me to my starvin' breddern 

That smut, wet dreams of G-13 

That smut, money shots and porno plots 

That smut, politicians in limousines sniffin' 

That smut, double D's trapped in baby T's 

That smut, wet dreams of G-13 

That smut, money shots and porno plots 

That smut, politicians in limousines sniffin' 

That smut, double D's trapped in baby T's 

Cage kennels, back to the state [Incomprehensible]` 

Put you in the mental, locked down with three channels 

EC Network, the weather station, my favorites 

Cut your back out, sell it to Avirex 

Kissed this doe bitch with AIDS and I caught a cold sore 

Looking for, "Sex in the City" and I shit on these four old whores 

Kick mud off my boots to shake the story loose 

Actin' bigheaded when I smoke with Beetlejuice 

Kids wanna fuck with the Peddlers, I can't wait 

I strafe Diallo's widow, datin' the jake 

You spit some shit, I'll return the sentiment 

And spit in your face, 'cause you're not in your element 

Born to slay them fake mega monsters 

Who couldn't even rhyme if they had teleprompters 

Yo E you fucked up, man you probably right 

I wipe my ass and shove it in your face like Bobby Knight 

That smut, wet dreams of G-13 

That smut, money shots and porno plots 

That smut, politicians in limousines sniffin' 

That smut, double D's trapped in baby T's 

That smut, wet dreams of G-13 

That smut, money shots and porno plots 

That smut, politicians in limousines sniffin' 

That smut, double D's trapped in baby T's 

That smut 

That smut