Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song One By One (Revamped), artist - Smut Peddlers. Album song Porn Again, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 13.02.2001
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Eastern Conference
Song language: English
One By One (Revamped) |
I shapeshift to a spliff |
Light myself up |
Ignite the mic and felt up |
Your butter shit get melt up |
Your mic is falling on, needs to be helped up |
Snatch your rap belt up |
Blaze the tron, Eon the phenom |
I’m on par with rap czars |
Fascist dictators |
Dick Starbuck and I’m playin Space Invaders |
Standin so close, made you liable |
Turn your Rap Bible to the false idols |
I been bringin doom to the groom |
Snatchin up the bridal |
I’ll hoch paragraphs, invest in ebola |
Fuck you up like Pop Rocks and Coco-Cola |
Tryin to be cute like Mun Chi Chi |
Really catch a nut from munchin on deez |
Hundreds please, honey don’t make a peep |
In 2G it’s only our word that we keep |
You in the wrong place |
You in the wrong time |
You with the wrong someone |
Smut Peddlers, false poets get done |
One by one, by one by one |
You in the wrong place |
You in the wrong time |
You with the wrong someone |
Smuth Peddlers, false poets get done |
«;Every morning, every evening»; |
You in the wrong place |
Seen the stupid look on your face |
Get done/Dunn like Warrick, but never even saw it |
Yo Cage show em how you go |
Inject the raw shit, MC’s gonna forfeit |
I was thrown in this lifeform wit basic essentials |
Like screamin over other cats' rhymes like they instrumentals |
Sacrifice mics, in front of my following |
You shit your insides out and go barefoot wallowing |
Swallowing, woodern crosses, I’m nauseous |
Fourth the pale horses, insect lynches, dental flosses |
Don’t practice witchcraft, I got a craft which shits |
My name stand between MC’s lips like clits |
Threw you off the roof cuz you thought your ass was fly |
Till I bungeed off the top and stuck needles in your third eye |
Wild shit like this comes from boredom in my forehead |
My cousin in Serbia said there’s more dead |
And there’s even more dead livin upstate |
Middletown New York where young girls and dogs procreate |
Call your local Agent up for a fix |
If you outta cake, I’ll take duct-taped up playmates |