Bottom Feeder Smut Peddlers (Hip Hop Group) (Ft. R.A. The Rugged Man)
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[Verse 1: Cage]
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
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
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