Mouthing Off Lyrics

Song Text:

[Ludacris]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[Verse One]I make niggaz eat dirt and fart dustThen
give you a eighty dollar gift certificate to Pussies 'R UsI eat the whole
pie, and leave nuthin but the crustSo you can feel what it's like, with
instinct but no gutsA sac wit no nuts or a mack wit no slutsGive me a
full-body massage, I still can't be touchedThey call me Seymour Butts, cause
I get mo' ass than mostThey say I'm next and got that butter love, and get
too closeFollow the leader cause I'm meaner than medula oblongotaMy
+Tribe's+ on more +Quests+ than +Midnight Marauders+It's all piña coladas,
no cops and robbersTakin trips back and forth from here to the BahamasI
hump more than llamas, get rolled more than tiresIf you say I'm not nice,
then youse a motherfuckin liarEntitled to your Opini-ons, into the next
milleniumSo many +Major Coinz+ that I thought I had
+Amil+lion4-Ize.. 4-Ize whatcha? 4-Ize[4-Ize]Yo, I am
goin to blow up the Earthwith my "pew-36 explosive space
modulator"Buddha be praised, you meditatorDrop squad interrogator, 85
percent regulatorThe Educator and the Almighty Creator, dedicaterThe
seperater of fiction, I spark frictionSmoking "Hay" without the +Crucial
Conflict+ion4-Ize prescription; microphone, Jackie StallonePsychic
prediction, Egytian descripitionof my psychical, my flesh is weak and it's
pitifulSpiritiual is hooked up to the invisibileumbilical cord of my
Lord, Kumbiya Devine KahRemove paper of tar from every cigarI slap
authority like Gabor, Zsa ZsaHalf Allah, Half Anti Christ
SuperstarRockin the microphone with a hand like Dr. ClawWhile I'm hittin
trees - harder than Sonny BonoDouble Dragon, mixed up with an AboboI
kill villians in slow-mo for talkin crazy in my DojoGot nothin to lose, like
I'm a boxcar hoboWhen I get Ludacris with bridges on the promoNiggaz
wanna clown; I'm +Homey+ and +Bozo+Cause in the grand prize game my life
callin like Jo-JoThe name sticks like TotoI keep it realer than alien
autopsy photoYou similiar to a Spice Girl goin soloYou lost like BEBE,
or a dog named TotoMy statue of liberty is Rebecca LoboWe +Cop+ +Robo+,
virgoBust ass like a motherfuckin homo, como estas?Tony Del
NegroBuilt to destroy these kid's blocks of LegosLego my Eggo cause I
say soHold the microphone, 4-Ize, I stay giftedManifested, elevated, I
upliftedThe elevator, the esclator"That's not a knife? That's a
knife!"Crocodile Dundee the Alligator RustlerCause I hustle ya, under
the +China++Big Trouble+, little sewer but still I find yaCause I'm
stinkyManifest, throw you down the stairs like a slinkyYo, my third eye
is blinky[everybody cracks up laughing]