Anti Heros — текст песни (Smut Peddlers)





[eon]

We arrive with the sun smog up in the vintage london fog

Im 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 chaos chicken

And your dogs is in the black bee sauce

Fuck the wrong bitch raw and have your dick found up in cars

Im not worried bout no air time

Im more concerned about when my bald spotll 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-heros

The ones your moms said wouldnt amount to fuckin zero

Flaws in the laws, cant be downed by it

Stalk through life with a quiet defiance

We all weirdos, anti-heros

The ones your moms said wouldnt amount to fuckin zero

So much hip-hop bullshit to cut through

And if you dont like it, well then fuck you!



[copywrite]

Lovin sluts when they iqs 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

Im who rappers come see when they want heat

If you had traces of copywrite in your sperm you couldnt cum-pete

So fuck you, your mom, and your team of pawns

And if you dont believe in god, then youre callin me a fraud



[eon]

Outlawed, for disturbin the peace in synagogues

Im rollin with a crew that look like fuckin sweathogs

Endin up strapped to hospital gurneys

With a stage show resemblin some "weekend at bernies"

Straight from "the dead zone" with ten poems

Of dead tomes, now they gotta reinvent foes

Since a child, my (? ) on file

Thats why I filmed your bitch with "girls gone wild"



[chorus]



[copywrite]

Fuckin coward; I got priests and nuns lovin tower

If it aint about rap or pussy, I dont give a fuck about it

Written for written, you cant front, your clan sucks

Fuck it here, spit my written, Ill come off the head like dandruff

Searchin the trunk of your benz for money to spend

Ill 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 aint 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

Ill kill you, hop in a rented jeep, rear-end your hearse

Recite sinister quotes

Minutes before I slice your ministers throat

With a miniature sword

So where my local whores with open sores

That want copywrite semen to marinate they vocal chords?



[chorus]



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