Smut Peddlers - The Red Light lyrics

{*sample played in background throughout song*} "My world, is blue" [Talking] [Cage] The f**in Trump.. [Mr.E] Yeah cut it up, cut it up [Cage] This ain't no, this ain't no bright lights and big city [Mr.E] It's dark alleys, red lights and no pity [Mr. Eon] I got it, locked, stocked, and two smokin bongs Got trees soaked and drawn, the mute grow dissolve drawn Independent like Ralph Nader When I hate y'all like Dallas Cowboy tailgators [Cage] I used to cut up my arms Now 12 arms cut up my vinyl pawns f** fawn, I get embalmed on the john Then step onstage for encore Stab the promoter with the pen from his Palm 4 [Mr. Eon] East demenic, head dented, so devious The most mischievous, check out the sleaziest Deep in the dead of night, Peddlers getcha head right This here be a soundtrack for the Red Light [Cage] Lick the side of my mouth out, see the words, gouged out Letterin, hangin from the jaws, down stout A verse in blood, that only hybrids see And the non-creatives test my words fro HIV [Hook: Both] - 2X This here ain't no bright lights and big city It's dark allies, red lights with no pity For all-a y'all raw dawgs that get gritty Stack ones, carry guns, and live sh**ty [Cage] You get the tip while I piss on the barcheck Give a b**h some head that I pulled out of a carwreck Am I angelic or just slightly off track My bones shift when my ripped off wings flap [Mr. Eon] Now it's a damn shame Don't even f** with that bull that got Time Corp Coursin through his veins Eon's called fierce, cuz he's all weird Leave the f**in record all cut up like Paul Pierce [Cage] My pain pour, quicker than Paul Painful bulletholes that contain splinters from the front door You seen how I did ya dawgs Sent 'em home, souls collected, impaled on telephone poles [Mr. Eon] They all be catchin eights when I be slashin fakes Makin fun of me? I'm still pullin out on cla**mates With laser-guided missles that don't miss Oh b**h, you don't wanna test when I hold this [Hook: Both] - 2X [Mr. Eon] When the Earth is cast, it's f**in gun ashes With different aspects of microphone spastics Froze elastic, a** kissed the tragics Swimmin through ya petty bullsh**tin life jackets [Cage] For the most glamorous eat this sh** raw E.C. put Cage down like a sick dog Now kids fiend for my solo LP Like crack addicted Co-Flow fans, you just flee [Mr. Eon] Slayin drones, beat 'em up with sticks and stones Stick with man-to-man, don't f** around with zones If I'm home or on neutral turf, when I blurt You will hurt, this mics spurts when I smell dirt [Cage] I got a bullet with a name on it, dick got a blade on it Lung got a stain on it, bottom-feeder get AIDS on it I drop sh** for the crowds to figure out You touch the mic the crowd'll breath and pour they liquor out [Hook: Both] - 2X [Mr. Eon talking] The Starbuck, The Word King Alchemist, Smut Peddlers, ah-ha My world.. is blue, Eastern Conference...