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54 Lyrics by Smut Peddlers

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 1 Beetlejuice Intro
 2 Smut Council Lyrics
 3 Medicated Minutes Lyrics
 4 Talk Like Sex Pt. II
 5 Amazing Feats Lyrics
 6 Pimpology by Beetlejuice
 7 That Smut Lyrics

Smut Peddlers 54 Lyrics
 8 Anti Hero's Lyrics
 9 54
10 Josie Lyrics
11 Beats, Boxes, and Boobtube
12 Diseases Lyrics
13 One by One (Revamped)
14 Stank MCs Lyrics
15 My Rhyme Aint Done Lyrics
16 Botton Feeders

Smut Peddlers 54 Lyrics
17 Beetlejuice Outakes
18 Red Light produced by Alchemist
19 Anti Heroes Remix (featuring Cage)
20 For the Record Lyrics
21 First Name Smut


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54 Lyrics by Smut Peddlers

Kill that cat, watch me kill that cat
If it's your girl, I'm lookin' at
Then watch me kill that cat

I hunt cunts like these, with underground disease
In they yearly matin' spots, spawn a million MC's
They used to go to shows, drink dance get high
Then you click the mic the whole audience wanna rhyme

In '92 I let the Cage outta Alex
Through college radio demonstrate the fist, fuck the love ballads
Summon demons in my ad libs, fun triplin'
Vomit good shit, go feed off dead Christians

Red light in the Lincoln, from drinkin' Drencrom
The corpse in my eye can explain the thinkin'
While I lay behind a wall of flesh, engulfed by the homeless
If I escape, I might evaporate my whole state

Plus when Cage ripped in half on the concrete
Screamin', "That's my spirit running down the street"
The undead, writin' in gun lead
Liposuct' a fat bitch out her box with one hypo' jab

Inject tiger serum, I can't hear 'em, who?
Alex with the fuckin' loaded thirty-oh-two, 'cause

This is for the whores, and the kicked over stores
And fifty-four dollars in my pocket on tour
This is for the kid that said, "Oh, you dead"
And the fifty-four stitches that he caught in his head

This is for the clowns, I beat with no hands
And the two O-Z's, down to fifty-four grams
With two to the face, I'm a basket face
With fifty-four seconds to outer space

I love a bull mastiff ground up, make a pound up
With green Jesus, get in I'll drive you to seizures
Humanoid pause, before God, with cyborg dogs after me
Killin' these rhymin' Sigmund Freuds for the cause

Your whole life's a waitin' room for worms
Strangest occurs, you see Venus in furs
With toast out facin' Earth, avenge my sixteen
Your old shell talk to pistols like Starscream

My whole story lost on a wall in black marker
66 more flicks for Clive Barker
With a little message, for real research kids
Can you guess who the faggot DJ is?

My anti-commercial style will curse you
Say fuck so much, my airplay's like curfew
To third shift farm chemists, the senate scarred
Start killin' all the livin' like the Serbian guards

You supportin' communism buyin' majors so dub
Watch me put two rocks in Kurt Loder head, whassup

This is for the whores, and the kicked over stores
And fifty-four dollars in my pocket on tour
This is for the kid that said, "Oh, you dead"
And the fifty-four stitches that he caught in his head

This is for the clowns, I beat with no hands
And the two O-Z's, down to fifty-four grams
With two to the face, I'm a basket face
With fifty-four seconds to outer space

The undead, red light in the Lincoln
For Cage, ripped, in half on the concrete
Screamin', "That's my spirit ...
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