Bottom Feeders 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 date shaking up Columbine High cheerleaders
Dipping in two seaters, that ain't mine
So many sick ass letter combinations I paint rhymes
Blew my E.C. advance on a PC and grams
DC and PS2 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 faggot's dream!
[Hook x2]
(Yeah, you know how we coming)
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 date shaking up Columbine High cheerleaders
Dipping in two seaters, that ain't mine
So many sick ass letter combinations I paint rhymes
Blew my E.C. advance on a PC and grams
DC and PS2 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 faggot's dream!
[Hook x2]
(Yeah, you know how we coming)
With the looters, solicitors, unwanted visitors
Nickel bag misdemeanors, bottom feeders
Moochers, bleeders, breeders and sleepers
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