[Intro: Mr. Eon]
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\nAh, yes ( in, in in ) Ah ( out, out, out )
\nAh, shit ( in, in in ) Ah ( out, out, out )
\nAh, yes ( in, in in ) tell 'em ( out, out, out )
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\n[Verse 1: Mr. Eon]
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\nDoin' the Humpty Dance on the cowboy star
\nI'm homely handsome, your crew lookin like {?}
\nThis albino, in the film "The War"
\nPeople do not treat me like they do Jabaar
\nThe cawkus(?) artist
\nGot a harlequinn's ass propped up on the arm rest
\nOf the velvet automan
\nAnd in my spare time, I'm feedin' the chastized, clandestine
\nThis tainted ass moonshine, meet Mr. Eon
\nOr E-guess(?) your girl is calling me E(?)
\nDeep dumby, you fucking crumb creep
\nDo you and your fancy-pants crew quite lovely
\nAnd you whirly girlie, is jerking mе
\nTo the point where shе needs some (?) surgery
\n(?) hustable, without the diluted (?)
\nAt the pen relays (?) naucious
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\n[Chorus: Mr. Eon & Cage]
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\nCancel the peddlers? Motherfuckers never
\nIn-outs and in-outs, the taste you remember
\nFrom a virgin, to a first freak-and-deak endeavor
\nHere to throw a wrench in your corny ass agenda
\nCancel the peddlers? Motherfuckers never
\nIn-outs and in-outs, the taste you remember
\nFrom a virgin, to a first freak-and-deak endeavor
\nHere to throw a wrench in your corny ass agenda
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\n[Verse 2: Cage]
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\nRage bitch (rage bitch), get off the fucking stage kids
\nI heard you were dead (Behold Cage lives)
\nSerial drill, refill the mops bloody
\nGot extra mags for each one of my opps' buddies
\nNah, we're not about to get a lil deep
\nHow come every dude with "lil" in his name's a lil creep?
\nStill keep a few bars to get a lil sleep
\nR.I.P. your jewelry off your corpse like Lil Peep
\n(Rip) On her knees praying for in-outs
\nAfter I tucked it into her mouth like a Zyn Pounch
\nShe'll never hear me say "I do"
\nBitch got a body count higher than her IQ
\n(Yeaugh) To think she sound genius
\nI don't wanna lose my penis, I'm already abrely z-list
\n(Oh shit) Bitch got weird teeth, dudes still eat her pussy like beer meech(?) food
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\n[Chorus: Mr. Eon & Cage]
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\nCancel the peddlers? Motherfuckers never
\nIn-outs and in-outs, the taste you remember
\nFrom a virgin, to a first freak-and-deak endeavor
\nHere to throw a wrench in your corny ass agenda
\nCancel the peddlers? Motherfuckers never
\nIn-outs and in-outs, the taste you remember
\nFrom a virgin, to a first freak-and-deak endeavor
\nHere to throw a wrench in your corny ass agenda
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\n[Verse 3: Mr. Eon]
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\nMy final form can't be ignored no more
\nMy brain got numb by the (?) liquor
\nThat I adorned
\nOnly liquid now is vysine
\nWe didn't go together like me and (?)
\nSeen I been the illest, just ask me, sho nuff
\nDick Starbuck the CEO of GoPuff
\nI was a shogun warrior in '82
\nI spit like the Godzilla model right at you
\nI'm (?), saxophone collossus
\nTurn your quaint funks into (?) moshpits
\nI bang the building with pinball tilting
\nPass that! I specialize in blizz(?) killing
\nIt's from (?) to Gangrene, driking sips from a canteen
\nIt's Eon on the cover of your (?)
\nMeddling kdis, you ain't peddling this
\nI step to your G, and spell like a (?), so
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\n[Chorus: Mr. Eon & Cage]
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\nCancel the peddlers? Motherfuckers never
\nIn-outs and in-outs, the taste you remember
\nFrom a virgin, to a first freak-and-deak endeavor
\nHere to throw a wrench in your corny ass agenda
\nCancel the peddlers? Motherfuckers never
\nIn-outs and in-outs, the taste you remember
\nFrom a virgin, to a first freak-and-deak endeavor
\nHere to throw a wrench in your corny ass agenda
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\n[Outro]
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