| Song | Medicated Minutes |
| Artist | Smut Peddlers |
| Album | Porn Again |
| 作曲 : Berger, Meltzer, Palko | |
| I stalk down the block, grabbin my jock | |
| Scratch cocks while i dot for my red light stop | |
| Dead right hobbes i write rhymes for a livin | |
| Hid my misgivings from my brain was still mssing | |
| [cage] | |
| Read and study while my boots muddy | |
| So fuckin filthy an avirex butters look bummy | |
| Think out loud, cause i'm allowed, to stage dive in a crowd | |
| Of cannibals about to spit across my eyebrow | |
| [eon] | |
| Now god blessed me with abnormal tendencies | |
| And granted clemency for illegal chemistry | |
| Ain't worth your weight in molecular structure | |
| Out of work like jfk jr.'s flight instructor | |
| [cage] | |
| Went, lookin for exits, and tried to get my head fixed | |
| Slept with a perforated picture of jimi hendrix | |
| See in these days, cage is like, 54 ways | |
| To get my fuckin money, mega seedless to blaze | |
| [chorus: smut peddlers] | |
| Sluts, gimmicks, ducks you finished | |
| This is dedicated for those medicated minutes | |
| Fuck, image, we stuck on spinach | |
| In a second you'll be checkin into fuckin smut clinics! | |
| Like sluts, gimmicks, ducks you finished | |
| This is dedicated for those medicated minutes | |
| Fuck, image, we stuck on spinach | |
| In a second you'll be checkin into fuckin smut clinics! | |
| [cage] | |
| I ran up in a wack open mic cafe on stage | |
| So many biters i performed in a shark cage | |
| In dark shades, during the central park raids | |
| I walked out with a book of paper and a bag of beige | |
| Friends, the camera lens (is) behind the shoelace | |
| Get more upskirts than (?) for your face | |
| [eon] | |
| I'm fresh out the box like new (?) | |
| The chicken played with my monkey now we makin zoo porn | |
| Now mc's the anti-christ like, damien thorn | |
| Eric the pascal(?) land so feel the scorn | |
| The old man, illest show man, my moldin | |
| With logic equal to fifteen vulcans | |
| [cage] | |
| And i'm soakin, face lookin blank | |
| Shoot this little kid up with horse tranq' and send him to the bank | |
| With a 'give me the funds' note, clip's missin from the gun | |
| If he gets slapped then fuck it all i'll split it with my dunns | |
| (bum bum!) i shit on crumbs, got a couple thousand sons | |
| That all shoulda been wiped off some jugs or cloggin lungs | |
| [eon] | |
| Everytime i dabble watch my life unravel | |
| Did i miss an exit to the road less traveled? | |
| Transmit from the depths of the deepest bassment | |
| Through the pavement, up into spaceships | |
| Deathstar creator, i orbit track wars | |
| My appeal spans rhodes scholars to slackjaws | |
| [chorus] | |
| [eon] | |
| Yo, a peddler show, include a few heathens | |
| From hoth to tatooine, you choose the season | |
| Dialect for all these crews and legions | |
| A walking contradiction like "jews for jesus" | |
| [cage] | |
| I spit how the earth taste and pass forms out of place | |
| Galvanize my face and kill for breathin space | |
| Nobody to trace, open the trunk like the case | |
| Light the l off of your body and sweepd you in the face | |
| [eon] | |
| Yeah i seen old timers became semi-thugs | |
| I got more dizzy spells than reginald denny does | |
| Cranium blower, shea stadium goer | |
| Hydro cultivator turned uranium grower | |
| [cage] | |
| I'm the, smut chancellor, got vagina slippers for the floor | |
| Show you and that slut you call wifey hardcore | |
| While i burn off the lips, stacked(?) to evolve | |
| (?) i'm down to shoot (?) fucks cause i cancelled their cause | |
| [chorus] | |
| [cage] | |
| In a second you'll be checkin into fuckin smut clinics! | |
| In a second you'll be checkin into fuckin smut clinics! |
| zuò qǔ : Berger, Meltzer, Palko | |
| I stalk down the block, grabbin my jock | |
| Scratch cocks while i dot for my red light stop | |
| Dead right hobbes i write rhymes for a livin | |
| Hid my misgivings from my brain was still mssing | |
| cage | |
| Read and study while my boots muddy | |
| So fuckin filthy an avirex butters look bummy | |
| Think out loud, cause i' m allowed, to stage dive in a crowd | |
| Of cannibals about to spit across my eyebrow | |
| eon | |
| Now god blessed me with abnormal tendencies | |
| And granted clemency for illegal chemistry | |
| Ain' t worth your weight in molecular structure | |
| Out of work like jfk jr.' s flight instructor | |
| cage | |
| Went, lookin for exits, and tried to get my head fixed | |
| Slept with a perforated picture of jimi hendrix | |
| See in these days, cage is like, 54 ways | |
| To get my fuckin money, mega seedless to blaze | |
| chorus: smut peddlers | |
| Sluts, gimmicks, ducks you finished | |
| This is dedicated for those medicated minutes | |
| Fuck, image, we stuck on spinach | |
| In a second you' ll be checkin into fuckin smut clinics! | |
| Like sluts, gimmicks, ducks you finished | |
| This is dedicated for those medicated minutes | |
| Fuck, image, we stuck on spinach | |
| In a second you' ll be checkin into fuckin smut clinics! | |
| cage | |
| I ran up in a wack open mic cafe on stage | |
| So many biters i performed in a shark cage | |
| In dark shades, during the central park raids | |
| I walked out with a book of paper and a bag of beige | |
| Friends, the camera lens is behind the shoelace | |
| Get more upskirts than ? for your face | |
| eon | |
| I' m fresh out the box like new ? | |
| The chicken played with my monkey now we makin zoo porn | |
| Now mc' s the antichrist like, damien thorn | |
| Eric the pascal? land so feel the scorn | |
| The old man, illest show man, my moldin | |
| With logic equal to fifteen vulcans | |
| cage | |
| And i' m soakin, face lookin blank | |
| Shoot this little kid up with horse tranq' and send him to the bank | |
| With a ' give me the funds' note, clip' s missin from the gun | |
| If he gets slapped then fuck it all i' ll split it with my dunns | |
| bum bum! i shit on crumbs, got a couple thousand sons | |
| That all shoulda been wiped off some jugs or cloggin lungs | |
| eon | |
| Everytime i dabble watch my life unravel | |
| Did i miss an exit to the road less traveled? | |
| Transmit from the depths of the deepest bassment | |
| Through the pavement, up into spaceships | |
| Deathstar creator, i orbit track wars | |
| My appeal spans rhodes scholars to slackjaws | |
| chorus | |
| eon | |
| Yo, a peddler show, include a few heathens | |
| From hoth to tatooine, you choose the season | |
| Dialect for all these crews and legions | |
| A walking contradiction like " jews for jesus" | |
| cage | |
| I spit how the earth taste and pass forms out of place | |
| Galvanize my face and kill for breathin space | |
| Nobody to trace, open the trunk like the case | |
| Light the l off of your body and sweepd you in the face | |
| eon | |
| Yeah i seen old timers became semithugs | |
| I got more dizzy spells than reginald denny does | |
| Cranium blower, shea stadium goer | |
| Hydro cultivator turned uranium grower | |
| cage | |
| I' m the, smut chancellor, got vagina slippers for the floor | |
| Show you and that slut you call wifey hardcore | |
| While i burn off the lips, stacked? to evolve | |
| ? i' m down to shoot ? fucks cause i cancelled their cause | |
| chorus | |
| cage | |
| In a second you' ll be checkin into fuckin smut clinics! | |
| In a second you' ll be checkin into fuckin smut clinics! |