Word of Mouf (Freestyle) [feat. 4 Ize]

Yeah uh, here we go, here we go, here we go

Word of Mouf, baby!

Yo yo, here we go, here we go

Ludacris, 4-Ize, D.E. what you want now, now, now, now

Check it, you see I live a life filled with chicken and malt liquor

And women that are real-life scratch and sniff stickers

I shoot videos and get knob slobbed in trailers

Then hit stage and break a leg like Lawrence Taylor

You pricks is all talk, and it's bad for your health

See I ain't gotta say shit, money speaks for itself

With all models I make, I'm great like five lakes

You got rims on your truck? Man, I got rims on my skates

You rolling on dubs, I roll right into clubs

Dirty as home, with more rings than ya tub

You think it's all practical jokes, and big bloopers

But I smack bitches with no titties that work at Hooters

Just get a couple of girls that shakin' they thangs

Then I put 'em on camera and cut two frames

With some gasoline drawers I'll be going to hell

Ludacris, fuck like a ****, fresh outta jail

I got junkyard dogs, I'm rowdier than Rod Piper

And my baby's assed out 'cause I rub my cars with her diapers

So you can pray for now, if you've sinned in the past

Word of Mouf, time to wipe that silly grin off yo' ass

These rap cats is soft like R&B singers

It's 4-ize, I've worked for wings and chicken fingers

I reps mo' parts so Chi-town could get seen

I'm a dirty bird now, but I keep shit clean

I rip mean-face ****, one by one

Or two by two, I'll take 'em however they come

Instead of a gun, I'll pull out a stick from woodworking

The black hacksaw, Jim Duggin, stay lurking

Creepin', I'm in the night shadows, the nightshade

You want the tail in the back or a light fade?

'Cause Tony Scissorhands is the barber, the butcher

I kill ya smoke a blunt and forget where I put ya

I'm super fly like Snuka, I smack hoes

The black rolls with a the dozed attack flows

I rock Shaq's clothes when I alter beast

Power up, get big, it's disturbing the peace