One By One (Revamped) Lyrics
| Song | One By One (Revamped) |
| Artist | Smut Peddlers |
| Album | Porn Again |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Berger, Meltzer, Palko | |
| * originally on | |
| Eastern Conference | |
| All-Stars | |
| LP "I shapeshift" [Mr. Eon] [Mr. Eon] | |
| 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 [Chorus] | |
| 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" [Mr. Eon] | |
| 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 [Cage] | |
| 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 | |
| Chorus [Cage] | |
| When the weakest of the foodchain steps it up | |
| You might come complete with a lot of | |
| BULLSHIT Witness legendary tales as opposed to clones | |
| They like microscopic versions of | |
| Indiana Jones ?? | |
| Lost, Temple of | |
| Doom the chorus | |
| Goin out like the | |
| Last Crusade against the | |
| Source You know my name like the blonde flame tryin clone it | |
| What opponents? | |
| Those are kids | |
| I spit on last year | |
| Still soaking [Mr. Eon] | |
| Think about the battle before you start em | |
| You'd be better off with a | |
| John Rocker jersey up in | |
| Harlem Shitted on the | |
| Tidybowl man, left his boat | |
| Left him fuckin drownin in the trek that | |
| I quote I turn your tranquil land into a savage garden | |
| Eon run through | |
| New York like | |
| Curtis Martin | |
| The shit talker, the spittin litterbug | |
| I'm watchin you little children like a babysitter does | |
| Chorus *Cut and scratched* "One by one" 4x |
| zuo qu : Berger, Meltzer, Palko | |
| originally on | |
| Eastern Conference | |
| AllStars | |
| LP " I shapeshift" Mr. Eon Mr. Eon | |
| 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 | |
| CocoCola | |
| 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 Chorus | |
| 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" Mr. Eon | |
| 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 Cage | |
| 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 ducttaped up playmates | |
| Chorus Cage | |
| When the weakest of the foodchain steps it up | |
| You might come complete with a lot of | |
| BULLSHIT Witness legendary tales as opposed to clones | |
| They like microscopic versions of | |
| Indiana Jones ?? | |
| Lost, Temple of | |
| Doom the chorus | |
| Goin out like the | |
| Last Crusade against the | |
| Source You know my name like the blonde flame tryin clone it | |
| What opponents? | |
| Those are kids | |
| I spit on last year | |
| Still soaking Mr. Eon | |
| Think about the battle before you start em | |
| You' d be better off with a | |
| John Rocker jersey up in | |
| Harlem Shitted on the | |
| Tidybowl man, left his boat | |
| Left him fuckin drownin in the trek that | |
| I quote I turn your tranquil land into a savage garden | |
| Eon run through | |
| New York like | |
| Curtis Martin | |
| The shit talker, the spittin litterbug | |
| I' m watchin you little children like a babysitter does | |
| Chorus Cut and scratched " One by one" 4x |
| zuò qǔ : Berger, Meltzer, Palko | |
| originally on | |
| Eastern Conference | |
| AllStars | |
| LP " I shapeshift" Mr. Eon Mr. Eon | |
| 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 | |
| CocoCola | |
| 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 Chorus | |
| 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" Mr. Eon | |
| 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 Cage | |
| 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 ducttaped up playmates | |
| Chorus Cage | |
| When the weakest of the foodchain steps it up | |
| You might come complete with a lot of | |
| BULLSHIT Witness legendary tales as opposed to clones | |
| They like microscopic versions of | |
| Indiana Jones ?? | |
| Lost, Temple of | |
| Doom the chorus | |
| Goin out like the | |
| Last Crusade against the | |
| Source You know my name like the blonde flame tryin clone it | |
| What opponents? | |
| Those are kids | |
| I spit on last year | |
| Still soaking Mr. Eon | |
| Think about the battle before you start em | |
| You' d be better off with a | |
| John Rocker jersey up in | |
| Harlem Shitted on the | |
| Tidybowl man, left his boat | |
| Left him fuckin drownin in the trek that | |
| I quote I turn your tranquil land into a savage garden | |
| Eon run through | |
| New York like | |
| Curtis Martin | |
| The shit talker, the spittin litterbug | |
| I' m watchin you little children like a babysitter does | |
| Chorus Cut and scratched " One by one" 4x |
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