Mersh

I put the pedal in smut, fucked a tape deck, nut<br>Got your play button stuck, my eyes WIDE shut<br>Comin` out my face on stage, put lumps in your throat<br>Like I hung you off the roof from six feet of rope<br>I give away rhymes for you to battle me wit`<br>While I do MCs like Yugoslav intelligence<br>Sold a flick back [???]<br>You open a barrel of worms - now the atmosphere reeks<br>Of little kids with dreams of rhymes they wanna tell<br>`Til pedophile labels come molest them with sales<br>Big shot producers, pelletgun MCs<br>Stand by watching in the breeze...<br><br>[Chorus x2]<br>This world`s a commercial! I can`t change the channel!<br>Every day try and kill it, but there`s no ammo!<br>And television heads is feds that wanna hurt you<br>I found a way out, but ain`t nowhere to merc` to<br><br>In flesh I stress the day-to-day vision<br>Threw on a condom<br>Now I`m sponsored by Trojan<br>Walking Polo ad, rap fad MTV<br>Grab every face of the nation<br>Through optical examination<br>Feedin ya bleedin ya through media brain leavin` ya<br>Touch the magazine and it seep in ya<br>So I train on Playstation in army apparel and<br>Get lost in the TV world like Carolyn<br>Scan my finger for the credit<br>Miscountin` dough? Forget it<br>There`s a pale white horse in town and everybody fed it<br>Sky`s black, my eyes crack, I think I`m `sleep<br>I cleanse my thoughts with courtships of leak`<br><br>[Chorus x2]