Smut Peddlers - One By One (Revamped) Lyrics
* originally on Eastern Conference All-Stars LP"I shapeshift" [Mr. Eon][Mr. Eon]I shapeshift to a spliffLight myself upIgnite the mic and felt upYour butter shit get melt upYour mic is falling on, needs to be helped upSnatch your rap belt upBlaze the tron, Eon the phenomI'm on par with rap czarsFascist dictatorsDick Starbuck and I'm playin Space InvadersStandin so close, made you liableTurn your Rap Bible to the false idolsI been bringin doom to the groomSnatchin up the bridalI'll hoch paragraphs, invest in ebola***** you up like Pop Rocks and Coco-ColaTryin to be cute like Mun Chi ChiReally catch a nut from munchin on deezHundreds please, honey don't make a peepIn 2G it's only our word that we keep[Chorus]You in the wrong placeYou in the wrong timeYou with the wrong someoneSmut Peddlers, false poets get doneOne by one, by one by oneYou in the wrong placeYou in the wrong timeYou with the wrong someoneSmuth Peddlers, false poets get done"Every morning, every evening"[Mr. Eon]You in the wrong placeSeen the stupid look on your faceGet done/Dunn like Warrick, but never even saw itYo Cage show em how you goInject the raw shit, MC's gonna forfeit[Cage]I was thrown in this lifeform wit basic essentialsLike screamin over other cats' rhymes like they instrumentalsSacrifice mics, in front of my followingYou shit your insides out and go barefoot wallowingSwallowing, woodern crosses, I'm nauseousFourth the pale horses, insect lynches, dental flossesDon't practice witchcraft, I got a craft which shitsMy name stand between MC's lips like clitsThrew you off the roof cuz you thought your ass was flyTill I bungeed off the top and stuck needles in your third eyeWild shit like this comes from boredom in my foreheadMy cousin in Serbia said there's more deadAnd there's even more dead livin upstateMiddletown New York where young girls and dogs procreateCall your local Agent up for a fixIf you outta cake, I'll take duct-taped up playmatesChorus[Cage]When the weakest of the foodchain steps it upYou might come complete with a lot of BULLSHITWitness legendary tales as opposed to clonesThey like microscopic versions of Indiana Jones?? Lost,Temple of Doom the chorusGoin out like the Last Crusade against the SourceYou know my name like the blonde flame tryin clone itWhat opponents? Those are kids I spit on last yearStill soaking[Mr. Eon]Think about the battle before you start emYou'd be better off with a John Rocker jersey up in HarlemShitted on the Tidybowl man, left his boatLeft him *****in drownin in the trek that I quoteI turn your tranquil land into a savage gardenEon run through New York like Curtis MartinThe shit talker, the spittin litterbugI'm watchin you little children like a babysitter doesChorus*Cut and scratched* "One by one" 4x
