Mouthing Off (Featuring 4-Ize) (Album Version Explicit)

Yeah, hah

When it all come down to it we ain't have shit

(Woo! Use your mouth, haha)

Ludacris, 4-Ize, it's like this, check it

I make niggaz eat dirt and fart dust

Then give you a eighty dollar gift certificate to Pussies 'R Us

I eat the whole pie, and leave nothin' but the crust

So you can feel what it's like, with instinct but no guts

A sac with no nuts or a mack with 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 I'm next and got that butter love, and get too close

Follow the leader 'cause I'm meaner than medula oblongotas

My tribe's on more quests than Midnight Marauders

It's all piña coladas, no cops and robbers

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, then your a motherfuckin' liar

Entitled to your opinions, into the next millennium

So many Major Coins that I thought I had a million

4-Ize, 4-Ize whatcha? 4-Ize

Yo, yo, I am goin' to blow up the earth

With my "Pew-36 explosive space modulator"

Buddha be praised, you meditator

Drop squad interrogator, 85 percent regulator

The Educator and the Almighty Creator, dedicator

The seperater of fiction, I spark friction

Smoking "Hay" without the crucial confliction

4-Ize prescription, microphone, Jackie Stallone

Psychic prediction, Egyptian description of my psychical

My flesh is weak and it's pitiful

Spiritual is hooked up to the invisible

Umbilical cord of my Lord, Kumbiya Devine Kah

Remove paper of tar from every cigar

I slap authority like Gabor, Zsa Zsa

Half Allah, Half Anti-Christ Superstar

Rockin' the microphone with a hand like Dr. Claw

While I'm hittin' trees harder than Sonny Bono

Double Dragon, mixed up with an Abobo

I kill villains in slowmo for talkin' crazy in my Dojo

Got nothin' to lose, like I'm a boxcar Hobo

When I get Ludacris with bridges on the promo

Niggaz wanna clown, I'm homey and Bozo

'Cause in the grand prize game my life callin' like Jo-Jo

The name sticks like Toto

I keep it realer than alien autopsy photo

You similar to a Spice Girl goin' solo

You lost like Bebe, or a dog named Toto

My statue of liberty is Rebecca Lobo

We Cop Robo, Virgo, bust ass like a motherfuckin' homo

Como estas? 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 escalator

"That's not a knife? That's a knife!"

Crocodile Dundee the Alligator Rustler

'Cause I hustle ya, under the China

Big Trouble, little sewer but still I find ya 'cause I'm stinky

Manifest, throw you down the stairs like a slinky

Yo, my third eye is blinky