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    "Mouthing Off" Lyrics


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    Look, when it all comes down to it...
    we ain't have shit
    its word of mouth

    Ludacris, 4-ize, its like dis
    I make niggaz eat dirt and fart dust
    then give you a $80 dolla gift certificate to Pussies 'R Us
    I eat the whole pie, and leave nuthin but da crust
    So you can feel what its like with instinct but no guts
    A sack wit no nutts or
    A mack wit no sluts
    Give me a full-body massage, I still can't be touched
    They call me Seymour Butts
    Cause I get more ass than most
    they say next and got dat butta love and get too close
    Follow da leader cause I'm meaner than
    Abdula oblongata
    My trials of more quest than midnight Marauders
    its all Pina Coladas
    No cops and robbaz
    Takin' trips back and forth from here to the Bahamas
    I hump more than Llamas
    Get rolled more than tires
    If you say I'm not nice, than you a mothafuckin' liar
    entitled to your Opini-um
    into the next millenium
    So many major chords that I thought I had a Millio-um

    Yo, I am going to blow up the earth
    with my Q-36 space explosive modulator
    explosive space modulator
    Buda, we praise you, meditatior
    Drop squad interrogator
    85 percent regulator
    the Educator
    and the Almighty Creator
    The seperator, of fiction
    I start friction
    smoking hay without the crucial confliction
    4-Ize prescription
    Microphone, Jackie Stallone
    Psychic Prediction
    Egytian describition
    of my psychical, my flesh is weak and its pitiful
    Spiritiual is hooked up to da Invisibile
    Umbilical Cord of my Lord
    Kumbiya Devine ???
    Remove paper of tar from every cigar
    I slap authority like the boy Ja Ja
    Half Allah, Half Anti-christ superstar
    Rockin da microphone wit a hand like Dr. Claw
    While I'm hitting Three...
    Harder than Sonny Bono
    Double Dragon mixed up within a Volvo
    I kill villians in Slow Mo for talkin crazy in my Dojo
    Got nothing to lose like I'mma Boxcar hobo
    When I get Ludacris with bridges on da promo
    Niggaz wanna clown, I'm homie and Bozo
    Cause in the grandprize game my life is callin like Dojo
    the name sticks like ???
    I keep it reala than alien autopsy photo
    You similiar to a Spice Girl going solo
    You lost like ???
    or a dog named Toto
    My statue of liberty is Rebecca Lobo
    ??? Promos
    Virgo, bust ass like a mothafuckin' Homo
    Como.. Estes?
    Tony Del Negro
    Built to destroy these kid's blocks of Legos
    Lego my Eggo cause I say so
    Hold the microphone, 4-Ize, I stay gifted
    Manifested, Elevated, I uplifted
    The Elevator, the esclator, Thats not a knife
    Thats a knife
    crocodile dundee the Alligator
    Cause I hustle Ya
    Unda da china
    Big Trouble, Little Sewer but I still find ya
    Cause I'm thinking
    Manifest, throw you down the stairs like a slinky
    Yo, my third eye is blinky
    This song was last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC.
    Written by Christopher Bridges, Christopher Brian Bridges, Tony Hayes.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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