Loud Mouth

Hit me, hit me, hit me, hit me, yo I'm getting real tired of childish ass niggas judging a book by its cover Think a pretty motherfucker like me won't get foulmouthed and grimy on a nigga Know what I mean yo [Verse 1: Louis Logic] I'm willing and able, to start spilling a fable But first quench my thirst to keep my syllables stable I spent the rent on drinking and now they killing my cable In love with lady liq', still my faithful Sometimes I need a face full of breasts At times I make hateful threats And practice distasteful sex But my thirst for spitting rhymes is two times my unquenchable thirst For snatching a purse that isn't mine My first bitin' line of coke, was the dope I spit in this rhyme I wrote And quoted in my liner notes, my warped mind will find a joke in eulogies And though hell hurts, I'm so well versed in tomfoolery That I have to practice it, the backwards activist Who manages to hold one of the highest batting averages We'll run up in your studio with scattered savages Trample your sampler, and leave your DAT in bandages [Chorus] *scratching* "I used to be a loud mouth, remember me" - Eminem Til I fouled out, and graduated to a human outhouse Ejected from the rap game for cursing the crowd out Foul-mouthed and I [Verse 2] My ex chick called me sexist when I called her a bitch I was drunk though, excuse me if I faulted a bit Your punk flow wouldn't get you through one show Cause what you reap I un-sow, launching beer bottles from the front row A mad vandal, pillaging cribs with panhandles I'll burn your offices and have your promo ads cancelled Push back your release date, beating street teams in each state For their free tapes, and escape with a clean slate I'm Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Suspicion Obnoxious devil throwing peace signs When I'm guilty like Richard M. Nixon, sickness infliction Vicious condition, that causes me to cook in the bathroom And shit in the kitchen I fit the description of sick, twisted and strange A kid that's deranged, lobotomized and missing a brain Sodomized with a liquor bottle and few cool brews A silly coo-coo with a few screws loose [Chorus] (x2) [Verse 3] I practice peer pressure and promote unsafe sex On my tour of beer lectures, with one day left I'm one stray head who corrupts the youth, fuck the truth I plug drugs as a substitute I'm a teacher in your district, leading you to mischief Feeding you linguistics that's featured on my diskettes I need to be enlisted in clinics, for exhibiting sickness And eating cat until the clitoris twitches Beating rap and leave it in stitches and wounds The deepest that I get is when my dick's in the womb I put my fist to buffoons, and on the rare occasion When I'm drunk for days in put my lips to balloons Spaced out like I live on the moon, with Andy Kaufman Do me and Latka sip vodka? The answer's often And I'm not just standing sportsmen, I hunt emcees I'm unfriendly, spitting until my tongues empty [Chorus] (x2)