Smut Peddlers - My Rhyme Ain't Done Lyrics
[eon]One day I launched a rocket up into the moonAnd landed on a crater in a blue lagoonThree girls in the *****, in the pool they had roomScreamin, starbuck we wanna have a orgy with you!But never in my life had I seen green *****esAnd when I want they would grant me three wishesOne was a pound of the blue moon hydroTwistin it up, watch my divine mind blowTwo was a pair, of gravity bootsWith a space helmet, and a nike moon suitThey took me from the pool up to the bedroomWhere wish number three, my dick they consumedThey hittin me off orally so lovelyNow those dainty ladies they took it easilyTime flew by, no weed, time to leaveIts time to get back to earth at breakneck speedI told the moon *****es that Id see em againAnd thank you very much for the weed and the headThey were three moon girls, I *****ed every oneThat story is over - but my rhyme aint done![cage]This is how I get where the ***** I getI went to harlem so I could get some wetI bought the dutch out of the bodegaLeft a cloud of black smoke in the airTook a 99 beetle - on a magical mystery tourYour, narrators pedal hits the floorSaw a hardcore, punk rave ***** yellin, ***** the law!Guzzlin alcohol, leather jacket and a braBoots militant, her nose caked up with (? )Kicked her in the face, yellin kentDipped cigarette, masai bai is on cassetteIm chewin on her nipples like nicoretteCrashed into a corvette, doin eightyFace hit the back she went through the glass of the mercedes(oh shit!) crushed all her bones - and I heard every oneThat crime is over - but my rhyme aint done![eon]Captain crunch was a slanger of narcotic cerealsAnd toucan sam was his right hand manNow sam was a skimmer, a mini-wheat slingerKilled count chocula with the snap of his fingerTony the tiger was his arch-enemySo anthrax apple jacks disguised as sugar smacksTo add to that, he was flippin fruity pebblesTold the hoe to hit the skids, cause trix was for kidsSnap crackle pop sellin krispies on your blockLucky the leprechaun is suckin up topMy man sugar bear was the one they feared mostCause he was always known to pack that cinnamon toastBoo berry got caught, at the honeycomb hideoutThe man with the wheaties was a former wide outThere were ninety-nine cereals, I ate every oneThat story is over - but my rhyme aint done![cage]I met this kid named bob skarm(? ), he had a farmHis pops got shot by his little brother in the front lawnSo he inherits the land, comes up with a master planPut cuba out of b.i., he hands me a c.i.I got a half a acre, need help with the cultivatinThirty-percent of the gross, hands me toast, lets roastI got a four-wheeler, no street dealers will mega cageWont 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 blaowI got it, whippin the tractor blottedBefore the first harvest in the corn rows cage spottedThe tail ends, under surveillance, merc the cropRun up, (? ) got knocked for the smoke lookin at twenty summersSix hundred plants, and they burnt every oneThat story is over - but my rhyme aint done![eon] now ima tell you what the ***** this means[cage] from nine one four l.e.s. and queens[eon] two lyrical technicians that came to playNumber one smut peddler (eon and cage!)Just a little somethin that we made up[cage] sick lies on time, mighty mi on the cut[eon] some of it is fiction, and some of it fact[cage] now they love a dumb rap on a heavy drum track[eon] they were mad *****in hoes and we *****ed every oneThat story is over.. and my rhyme is done!
