My Rhyme Ain’t Done Smut Peddlers (Hip Hop Group)

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[Eon]
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!"
[Cage]
This is how I get what 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 Ketaset
Kicked her in the face, delicate
Dipped cigarette, Masai Bey is on cassette
I'm chewin' on her nipples like Nicorette
Crashed into a Corvette, doin' eighty
Face hit the bag, 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!"