Smut Peddlers - Anti-Heroes lyrics

(Eon) We arrive with the sun smog up in the vintage London fog I'm f**in your G after you took her to miniature golf From the floor of this sh**ty-a** kitchen I see hella cats in my general chao's chicken And your dogs is in the black bee sauce f** the wrong b**h raw and have your dick found up in cars I'm not worried bout no air time I'm more concerned about when my bald spot'll reach my hairline Cats be stuck on that Grinch colored lie With one bloodshot and a twitch up in the other eye So you get stuck by the strong safety When you a serial k**er clown like John Wayne Gacy Donate that track to charity Watch it become a TRL calamity, soon to be parodied I stay married, to some D-cup breasteses With music, weed, and p**no as my mistresses (Chorus) We all weirdos, anti-hero's The ones your moms said wouldn't amount to f**in zero Flaws in the laws, can't be downed by it Stalk through life with a quiet defiance We all weirdos, anti-hero's The ones your moms said wouldn't amount to f**in zero So much hip-hop bullsh** to cut through And if you don't like it, well then f** you! (Copywrite) Lovin s*uts when they IQ's under three They s** co*k and rock a 34 in double-D (uh-huh) Earth will crumble under me And the moon will plummet to the sea before you cats are sunnin me I'm who rappers come see when they want heat If you had traces of Copywrite in your s**m you couldn't cum-pete So f** you, your mom, and your team of pawns And if you don't believe in God, then you're callin me a fraud (Eon) Outlawed, for disturbin the peace in synagogues I'm rollin with a crew that look like f**in sweathogs Endin up strapped to hospital gurneys With a stage show resemblin some "Weekend at Bernie's" Straight from "The Dead Zone" with ten poems Of dead tomes, now they gotta reinvent foes Since a child, my (?) on file That's why I filmed your b**h with "Girls Gone Wild" (Chorus) (Copywrite) f**in coward; I got priests and nuns lovin Tower If it ain't about rap or p**y, I don't give a f** about it Written for written, you can't front, your clan s**s f** it here, spit my written, I'll come off the head like dandruff Searchin the trunk of your Benz for money to spend I'll steal from anybody especially one of my friends That goes double for that b**h you share your microphone with And those dumb enough to believe she writes her own sh** You ain't no enemy, my friends are worse Got a memory with an endless verse To serve any emcee within this earth Whether kin to me, or friend since birth I'll k** you, hop in a rented jeep, rear-end your hearse Recite sinister quotes Minutes before I slice your minister's throat With a miniature sword So where my local who*es with open sores That want Copywrite semen to marinate they vocal chords? (Chorus)