Word Of Mouf (Freestyle)

Yea-uh, here we go, here we go, here we go Talk about that word of Mouf baby Yeuh, yeuh yeuh yeuh yeuh! 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 'n' sniff stickers I shoot videos and get knobs slobbed in trailers Then hit stage and break a leg like Lawrence Taylor You pricks is all talk, and it's bad for ya health See I ain't gotta say shit, the money speaks for itself With all models I make I'm great like five lakes You got rims on ya truck? Man I got rims in my skates You rollin' on dubs, I roll right into clubs Dirtiest 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 goin' to Hell Ludacris, f**k like a nigga fresh out of jail I got junkyard dawgs, I'm rowdier than Rod Piper And my baby's a*sed out, 'cause I rub my cars with her diapers So you can pray for now if you sinned in the past "Word of Mouf" time to wipe that silly grin off yo' a*s These rap cats is soft like R 'n' 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 meanface niggaz 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 woodworkin' The black hacksaw Jim Duggin stay lurkin' Creepin', I'm in the 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 soopafly like Snuka, I smack hoes The black rose with the dozen attack flows I rock Shaq's clothes when I alter beast Power up, get big, it's disturbin' the peace