1.Beetlejuice Intro
2.Smut Council
'how many mc's' 'out there peddling' (scratched 4x)
Look at shorty from the shining, all grown up rhyming
Still talking to my finger, but now it's through bitches stomach
lining
I'll be the smut ambassador, bend her over point the ass back at
a
Then i'll fucking laught at her
Picture me giving a fuck, that's polaroid ？cunt seven？
Or hot 97, with a yes-man brethern
Starbuck's stuck, you stained with feces
The only man who make roaches interchange species
I'm smacking dj's for playing instrumentals for the wack mentals
Spitting all over the mic rentals
Bring all your dogs! my name is cage kennels
Not ？？？
At age 12 i spit my first rap out
In the 80's on your block like the first crack house
It's eon cold-hearted, smoke a whole carton
Decapitate my best friend if he's bogartin
'quick to be like' 'peddling smut!' (repeat 4x)
'what kind of shit are you peddling？' 'p-p-porn' 'smut peddlers'
'you wanna talk this old school bullshit about the rules？
Well here's a rule you might remember：
I'm the motherfucking fucking one who calls the shots'
3.Medicated Minutes
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
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
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
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
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!
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
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
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
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
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'
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
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
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
In a second you'll be checkin into fuckin smut clinics!
In a second you'll be checkin into fuckin smut clinics!
4.Talk Like Sex Pt. Ii
'rated x x x!' -＞ g. rap
{＊scratched：'rated x', 'can't you dig it honey？'＊)
'rated x.. rated x..'
'let me explain to you exactly what i'm doin..' -＞ g. rap
Yo for the ladies, two-hundred and thirty-five pounds of beef
(uh-huh) chinky eyes, low ceasar, gold teeth
Swingin with this here stud, you need practice
I'm leavin floods of blood.. aiyyo
Who wanna deep throat the don dick (who？)
One bomb bitch can get a nigga freaky enough to fuck they
armpits
Wear you out doggiestyle with some (？) lit
The splash in your ass crack make your thong stick
Face fuckin, come in all in they blonde shit
The annacond' spit all in your palms and lips
Face down and ass up (c'mon) beat it up like brass knucks
Two nasty ass mutts with they ass stuck
Plenty women to hit, sweet brown cinnamon stick
Try to tear the rim of the shit
Only rock with them feminine chicks
(？) balls through my linen and shit, you fly bitch？
Put a vs-1 five carat gem in her clit
Mediocre bitches spit on the dick
I don't feed the needy, rich old cracker bitch see me
I'll be happy you paid to see me pee pee
{＊scratched： 'rated x', 'can't you dig it honey？'＊)
'rated x.. rated x..'
'i ain't bullshittin..' -＞ g. rap
Two thousand and one don't fill 'em full of cum
Bring it to the sperm bank for the nurse tongue
I need a slut to rip a horn off a rhino
Play the gyno and stick my arm up her dimehole
Exactly four years from today
The olsen twins'll be in they first three way
Even though bitches is gettin (？) from it
Pull out and paint the map of hawaii on your stomach!
.. or should i hit the tit？
Knock the infant off the other jug and then proceed to sip
.. i smack chicks that bite dicks
Give 'em lockjaw then make 'em fight pits
.. ain't no virgin suicides
It's birthed backwards but your baby's got one eye
.. still stalk my ex
Pull out the cockler, and make her talk like sex
{＊scratched： 'rated x', 'can't you dig it honey？'＊)
'rated x.. rated x..'
'i ain't bullshittin..' -＞ g. rap
I'm gettin clits wet under fishnets
I love to see how freaky a bitch gets
Shave the wolf(？) and like macy gray
If you lookin like ms. melodie or beyonce
Hoes and freaks get the kosher meat
Hit your whorehouse and leave it closed for weeks
'the 'p' is free' i ain't payin money
So all you little sluts, come and jump on me
Christie canyon, i love you
If i ever met you i'd wanna fuck you and a suck too
All co-eds that gargle jizz
So young don't even know what a condom is
Hand prints when the e spanks her
Sex watchin scarface, now that's gangsta!
Pussy first, and the ass is next
Dick starbuck.. and i'ma talk like sex
Ya heard？ thug style bitch
You know the deal
Rockin along with my niggaz dick starbuck
And my nigga cage, you heard？
Don't get it fucked up, they some nasty motherfuckers
Get your motherfuckin hymen ripped out
{＊scratched to fade： 'talk, like, sex'＊}
5.Amazing Feats
{＊scratched from gangstarr's 'the militia', spoken by guru＊}
'one of us.. equals many of us..
Disrespect one of us.. you'll see plenty of us..'
C'mon, c'mon.. c'mon, c'mon..
C'mon, c'mon.. ahh .. (yeah!)
You want cage in the flesh, paper wants ink to bless
You see me in the streets be glad i spit this stress
Punch through your chest and rip your spine out
Now that cage got your back you can spit that rhyme out
I'm stompin on these chatroom fakes
Whose hip-hop coincides with them cheesy remakes
You little kids playin the critics hard
Go back to your other hobby - pokemon cards
Local mc's won't start it - done
On the mic i make more faces than the retarded son
Minstrel, doin a hump, takin a dump
The life of cage, take drugs, pass out, wake up in the cunt
I got this e-mail from your female
She's meetin me, suckin me off of three tails
Don't discuss the details, 'hee hee i won't!'
Leave a dollar on the nightstand and watch e bail
'once again.. this is it..'
'smut peddlers'
'tearin up the industry..'
'sendin kids back to the lab for more practice'
'once again.. this is it..'
'smut peddlers'
'tearin up the industry..'
'amazing feats happen when we come out to play'
I'm livin in a monotone paisley
Look into my eyes and all you see is hazy
Somethin out of dark ages paintings, smiles can't hide
Think i'll sit back and watch life go by
In about, four sex acts a cheerleader will begin to bleed
Then we'll bring you up to speed on the orange deed
My seeds procreate i ejaculate grown infants
Then blow shotties in they face to finish the sentence
The fact is, you suck like 'ishtar' does
Dick starbuck and cage spark dust up
Yeah i stuck around like your plymouth's car rust
Fuck your startin five, the startin three are us
Stick my dick in almost any hole
If i got plastic on and my toxic avenger mask is on
Celebrate like my pops when his bastard was born
Stretch the pussy like some starlet tryin to last in porn
This is the meaty part of the discussion
Slice the underbelly of my hunger jelly, splash the scene
Crashed the beam in half then laughed, i ain't shook(？) shaft
Put another hole in your head to stash my fist
And slash your wrists, with a 'porn again' cd
Cracked the jar then the cigar then it goes to e
I'm in a trance with the evilest glance
My moral obligation is the feeblest stance
Anti-semetic dipshits, wearin polo
Y'all ever heard of ralph lipschitz？
Oh no, check my aura, in 3-d photos
Whether at regular speed or super slow-mo
6.Pimpology
7.That Smut
(are you familiar with this？)
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 (？) 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
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 (scatter!)
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 (？)
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
Cage kennels, back to the state (？)
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 (？) 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!..
..
That smut!
8.Anti Hero's
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
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!
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
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'
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？
9.54
10.Josie
I first saw the bitch at the galleria
With mr. e
Yo, check that spanish bitch
Yeah, i see her
She was signing people up for credit cards at sears
Would've stepped to her but...
Mr. e beat you there
Detective dick lonely. so i'm paging up josie
36 c's, great knees, pussy toasty
Face like parker posey. seen stark and rosie
In the winter looking tan. never ever ghostly
Fuck that bitch; i grab myself a slut and broke
I had my brain on josie the whole time we stroked
Days go by and e is like, she wants to chill
Yo you got that leak？
No doubt. let's lace the phil's
For rumors narc thomsons and rhymes i need detox
Shermed up driving in circles for three blocks
Enbalming fluid in the big red i was chewing
Worse than the dip whip that had my ass tripping
Who pick you up at eight
So have your gear and shit straight
Yo i be puffing in the basement
Hit the whore when it's time to skate
Leathal leakin got my mother crib stinking
No time for air freshener they beeping in the lincoln
I jumped in the back with juice
Solutions fusing the dip nicotine and the truddy susan
Picked her and her friend up from work
Cat suit. tight skirt
Licking they lips shaking they tits trying to flirt
Hook：
Josie! not what your everyday hoes be
Josie! perfect poultry for adultry
Josie! keep the baby wipes closely
Josie! still taking facials mostly
We twist leak before the bitch speak
Watch my dick creep. already hitting josie
But her friend looked like a freak
Doing sixty five in a school zone
Baggy two tones. swerving off road
Let's get some more blue note
Yo i want to sample that shit
(i wanna sample that clit)
Eric and alex might just pull a switch
I reached from the back and grabbed josie's tits
Where i can find her friend's lips
To the mighty mi mix. she freestyles with a mouthful
Pornographic serena altschul. still leaked up
Yo break up this ounce
True. knee deep in a box in the back seat poppin her
Start shooting like trench coat mafia
Yo cage i can't see with that bitch on top of ya
In the rear view that pussy looking much sloppier
Take the party upstate. on the palisades
Stopping on a dirt road. josie mixing alize
Ounce a day habit. she wanna fuck like a rabbit
Strapped with a hat. smoked the leaks to the last hit
Is you in love with that bitch？
No kid. (so switch)
I hit her on the trunk
Then took shotguns from her cunt
For one straight month, we fucking on the reg
She's just a mouth, box and a ass
You fucking with her head
Repeat hook.
Should've known she was like a sister
Stripping and licking
As far as mr. e's dick, that's all she was getting
A fairly hated me because i got a stinking house
Said they know what i'm about
The pussy no doubt!
To the little bomb bitch munk for half my closet
Damn. all she got from me was a mouth deposit
Word up. wait. what's this receipt from the sheraton？
It's be your last night tricking josie and erin
How'd you know？
She treated
She left half skeeted. with a check to cash
For how much？
Six g's kid
I'm quick to stop payments
See that bitch in her arraignment
For the next one to three
She's fat bitch entertainment
Repeat hook
11.Beats, Boxes, And Boobtube
12.Diseases
Yo whattup e？
Yo whattup starbuck, what's goin on？
Yeah how you livin？
Yeah you know just smokin every day, whassup？
Yeah let me tell you hip-hop's wack man
Yeah i know, say word
All these mc's got diseases
Yeah they got like frostbite, there's a bad plague baby
Mc's got delusions of grandeur and such {＊brrrr, brrrrr!＊}
Yeah man, yo we gotta tell 'em whassup
Now go make a record, and go rob a bank
Now you got cool c-itis to thank
Copped that advance, but lost that check
Must be due to alzheimer's onset
Go up in the label, when honies start feelin ya
Hobbes you better catch some a＆r felia(？)
And female rappers don't have a chance
Need flow augmentation and mic implants
Yo, you went to bed with that hoochie redhead？
Caught half-steppin cause she got a peg leg
Shot your milk, she didn't swallow it？
That's cause girl was lactose intolerant
Smoke with e, you gonna have fun
Oh, but by the way, leave with collapsed lungs
Try and spit, but nothin comes out
Braindead mc's all got cotton mouth
This be a list of hip-hop's diseases
Too much ice gon' have shorty sneezin
Too much 'dro will leave a kid wheezin
Head's too big, stab you up for no reason
You with wifey dog, get a car from sonya
It's likely you'll catch nokia phobia
You shiverin from ice, hold a mic device
It's most certainly some rappers frostbite
Go up in the club, in moderation
Cause online you be catchin peter geisha'n impatient
Ha ha, rollin trees, only got seeds
Man's puffin crystals, green with envy
Rhymin for the loot, to get some mass
You a prime candidate for a heart bypass (clear! clear!)
You online, think you the dopest
Geek caught a case of wack internet-a-tosis
Startin rumors, check the tabloids
Caught a blaze haze, maybe source hemerrhoids (ouch)
Wack on stage, with off-beat ailment
At a show catch a microphone impalement
Scrub your hands fifty times, and wash the smut odor
Obvious obsessive compulsive disorder
Up i got downers, down i got uppers
Now chuggin pedia sure for fuckin suppper (glug glug glug)
Step to e, no microphone contest
Soon learn about inferiority complex
I'm stuck on hip-hop, can't get a fix
'til mighty mi deals me a dope remix
Now i'll supply prescriptions
Come to the motherfuckin spot, if you havin wack visions
Writers block？ just can't flow？
Hit you off with a double mic hydro
You goin gold if you got the patience
Son check in you got rap hallucinations
The surgeon, wack mc's i carve up
Hip-hop med school, dr. starbucks
Yeah e, i don't know
I still don't think they know
Smut peddlers, cage, in the house
Mighty mi, in the house
Yes indeed all the dirty people, in the house
Yo, you better go get checked
Go to the clinic, cause you got somethin
Don't say you got nothin
Cause we're all diseased, right
13.One By One (revamped) ＊(Revamped)
＊ originally on eastern conference all-stars lp
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
Smuth 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 lifeform 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
Chorus
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
？？ 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
Chorus
＊cut and scratched＊ 'one by one' 4x
14.Stank Mcs
Yeah!
One two.. smut peddlers
Kool keith.. in the place
(i stays actin like that!)
Pose for tv in lightning dub fashion
Big cities like new york and l.a. need some action
Channel 2 support the best rap on the nba basketball court
Champion when i rap large, cats with champion thoughts get
thinner
No minks displayed, y'all freeze this winter
Girls react to wack status, get tantalized with stunning
Operation black status - move you out like shipment
Your producers work with mickey mouse equipment
Anybody i get with start rhymin different
You're old like frozen biscuits
Delete your cheap service deliver raps like fleet service
Empire structure, elite service
The united states deserve us, everybody jumpin on curtis
Mayfield play field stay still
Put blankets on ampex reels, reel to reel
Walk back think back, double backed backpacks
Switch up the upperclass, for the double class
(i want it like that! i got it like that!
I'm fuckin like that! i do it like that!)
Smack you with a condom, on and on
For.. you stink mc's!
I got vintage nikes stuck firm in the earth's dirt
Thirty-one flavors of hydroponic sherbert
With rainbow jimmies, brain glow in me
It's the manic, run the point like mike bibby
The son of henry, with the last minute entry
Y'all hangin on my balls, tea-baggin like tetley
Introduce the high post to the low post
And choke on 'em, when we blow skunk on 'em
Kids doin coke mad cause they dick shrunk on 'em
And if your woman wants, i blow the spunk on 'em
Fuck a third eye, my third leg hobble her
With beer goggles, shit and jack bottles, tobacco
I'm sick in essential elements i sip
Use a tuning fork to eat lace alphabets
Eon, hit the mindless with the timeless
Got a iced out dick, honey come shine this
I stick my skull out for anybody
Comin out the side of my neck fuckin ugly white bitches is a
hob-by
Callin me out i'm on the frontline sleepwalkin
Three million sheep talkin up intestines for this meat coffin
Run up in some dirty bitch watchin her soaps
Give my daughter a shotty if she pick up daddy's (？) envelopes
The only bitch i listen to
Tried to smuggle in some shit, but i couldn't piss it through
On a bottom feeder, pukin a two liter
Bash you and your crew tryin to sneak out a gay theater
Riddles, spinal town, screwed the vagina down
Cut the body and raped it to the acetate for vinyl clowns
Stuffed my jacket with albino down furs
She went on my plane starvin, eatin passengers
Even semi-digesteds poke for free
Til kubrick jumps in the pussy and fucks it better than me
15.My Rhyme Ain't Done
One day i launched a rocket up into the moon
And landed on a crater in a blue lagoon
Three girls in the nude, in the pool they had room
Screamin, 'starbuck we wanna have a orgy with you!'
But never in my life had i seen green bitches
And when i want they would grant me three wishes
One was a pound of the blue moon hydro
Twistin it up, watch my divine mind blow
Two was a pair, of gravity boots
With a space helmet, and a nike moon suit
They took me from the pool up to the bedroom
Where wish number three, my dick they consumed
They hittin me off orally so lovely
Now those dainty ladies they took it easily
Time flew by, no weed, time to leave
It's time to get back to earth at breakneck speed
I told the moon bitches that i'd see 'em again
And thank you very much for the weed and the head
They were three moon girls, i fucked every one
That story is over - 'but my rhyme ain't done!'
This is how i get where the fuck i get
I went to harlem so i could get some wet
I bought the dutch out of the bodega
Left a cloud of black smoke in the air
Took a '99 beetle - on a magical mystery tour
Your, narrator's pedal hits the floor
Saw a hardcore, punk rave bitch yellin, 'fuck the law!'
Guzzlin alcohol, leather jacket and a bra
Boots militant, her nose caked up with (？)
Kicked her in the face, yellin kent
Dipped cigarette, masai bai is on cassette
I'm chewin on her nipples like nicorette
Crashed into a corvette, doin eighty
Face hit the back she went through the glass of the mercedes
(oh shit!) crushed all her bones - and i heard every one
That crime is over - 'but my rhyme ain't done!'
Captain crunch was a slanger of narcotic cereals
And toucan sam was his right hand 'man'
Now sam was a skimmer, a mini-wheat slinger
Killed count chocula with the snap of his finger
Tony the tiger was his arch-enemy
So anthrax apple jacks disguised as sugar smacks
To add to that, he was flippin fruity pebbles
Told the hoe to hit the skids, cause trix was for kids
Snap crackle pop sellin krispies on your block
Lucky the leprechaun is suckin up top
My man sugar bear was the one they feared most
Cause he was always known to pack that cinnamon toast
Boo berry got caught, at the honeycomb hideout
The man with the wheaties was a former wide out
There were ninety-nine cereals, i ate every one
That story is over - 'but my rhyme ain't done!'
I met this kid named bob skarm(？), he had a farm
His pops got shot by his little brother in the front lawn
So he inherits the land, comes up with a master plan
Put cuba out of b.i., he hands me a c.i.
I got a half a acre, need help with the cultivatin
Thirty-percent of the gross, hands me toast, let's roast
I got a four-wheeler, no street dealers will mega cage
Won't even leave the state and drop +indelible+ 'weight'
(what？) pushed the plow, from here to moscow, where do i start
now？
Burn the crops if you see cops call blaow blaow
I got it, whippin the tractor blotted
Before the first harvest in the corn rows cage spotted
The tail ends, under surveillance, merc the crop
Run up, (？) got knocked for the smoke lookin at twenty summers
Six hundred plants, and they burnt every one
That story is over - 'but my rhyme ain't done!'
Number one smut peddler ('eon and cage!')
Just a little somethin that we made up
That story is over.. 'and my rhyme is done!'
16.Botton Feeders
＊let my orange dick spit＊
I got a dog named kubrick
It's obvious i like his flicks
Filming 'em with human chicks. if that's a sin
Let him poke this white bitch kim for coke
Outside of a bar until i switched in
Breaking her in like new tims in a robbery
Take a culture of my spit's culture and spawn a colony
Smell like teen spirit？ grab a shotgun and feed us
My l.p. street they shaking up columbine high cheerleaders
Dipping in two seaters, that ain't mine
So many sick ass letter combinations i ？peg rhymes？
Blew my e.c. advance on a p.c. and grams
D.c. and p.s.2 games, grow lights and plants
Crops done by the time the cops come
Car jacked this pregnant indian for a datsun
Blaze a building, to catch a rap magazine
You wanna talk shit and not get fucked up？
That's a faggots dream!
Hook： x2
Scratched in 'yeah, you know how we comin'
With the looters, solicitors, unwanted visitors.
Nickel bag misdemeanors, bottom feeders.
Moochers, bleeders, breeders and sleepers.
Hey yo, i'm just as broke as when i had no deal
I'm not too bright. my brain is like oatmeal
I used to be label mates with shaquille o'neal
Now i get my dick sucked in the batmobile
I live in long island, with a house of retards
And illegal aliens that need green cards
I'm a rap legend to little weird white kids
That carve shit in their arms
Like 'i don't wanna live'
I'm the original, dirty, white gangster
Ryhmer. perverted rhyme writer
We dirty old men you can't trust us
See us finger popping your daughters in the back of school buses
Rugged man. hairy baboon
Catch me at the mtv awards jerkin off in the bathroom
Cage, eon, mighty mi. why try？
Remix this shit. put it back out when i die
Repeat hook
I'm so depressed, i'm doing whippits for hours. cuz i realize
I'm less popular than what's happening now was
There are women in pits in my basement
My trophy. morgana's tits in a glass encased man
Like my sidekick gary highnick
I'm still banging the thai chicks plus i'm high bitch
Eon rains...fuck it! e hurricanes
You a cold front that's seen on every weather vane
I got a storm more perfect than george clooney
Thinking y'all scary. y'all ain't even goonies!
E eases through the scene that's serene
And drops the illest shit any latrine has ever seen
I have no left or right ventricles
That's why i laugh when cops pull out with both tenticles
The beast lives among us
And i cause a reaction similar to what seeing your mother hung
does
Repeat hook
17.Beetlejuice Outakes
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