'Cause you are a blabbermouth
[Verse 1: Sivion]
Heard you talk noise to my crew, just forget it
I turn the other cheek cause I'm free, don't sweat it
Sivion will set it off, ya'll can bet it
All falls to [?], cause all ya'll pathetic
If you lie to the people, man I cry for the people
I wonder if my life do or die for the people
To keep the drama going like a sitcom sequel
'Cause when it comes to blabbin' man there is no equal
Your Feeble. Minded. Glocks. Need to stop
Cause DS5 destroys shot
We running on your block, that's every spot
From the bottom to the top
[Verse 2: manCHILD]
Now I know you probably heard from a lot of net nerds
That I keep my ear to the street until I catch work
From my deep [?] just don't
The way I motivate and go for the gusto
Even in my front row, brothers are cutthroat
Delivery big stemming piles by the truckload
Yeah, your weak songs ready for upload
Giving us the inside scoop we must know (huh?)
You chatterbox, never shut your cake hole
Gossip with the rest of them, the talent is age old
(hey hey) You say so, keeping it real
You really keeping DJ's asleep at the wheel
[Chorus: Freddie Bruno & Sivion]
No. More. Fronting
All you do is lie on the mic and you ain't saying nothing
Your mouth. Stays. Running
For heaven's sake, take a break, you ain't say nothing
No. More. Fronting
All you do is lie on the mic and you ain't saying nothing
Your mouth. Stays. Running
(All you big mouths this [?] for you)
[Verse 3: Freddie Bruno]
I'm all city baby like your high school jams
My life's like a movie but with cheers and [?]
Dated the prom queen, stood her up at the dance
Walked [?] school halls [?]
It's your man [?] nasty stand up and ask me
Why I'm so fine the girls they can't pass me
Hit a jumpshot from the parking lot
Blindfolded on one leg, believe it or not
Yo it's the twelfth grade president, highland park resident
If it ain't Hollister son it ain't prevelant
Pushing next five with the nappy and the [?]
My parents paid for it but it put 'em in debt
[Verse 4: Sintax.the.terrific]
Entertainment every night, flapping an open mic
Like Walter Cronkite cutting molders on his mic
Real might just get ill, watching they face twitch
Talking till they crazier than Nancy's [?] hits
So where in the world is Matt Lauer and Tom Cruise
With Star Jones who's still sharing the wrong view
Bomb dude, with the drama, get wicked (wicked)
[?]
Let's get Dr. Phil wrestle with Bill
O'reilly 'til they both fall violently ill
Blah blah blabbermouth never will shut up
This is Ben Edward Mural, goodnight and good luck
[Chorus: Freddie Bruno & Sivion]
No. More. Fronting
All you do is lie on the mic and you ain't saying nothing
Your mouth. Stays. Running
For heaven's sake, take a break, you ain't say nothing
No. More. Fronting
All you do is lie on the mic and you ain't saying nothing
Your mouth. Stays. Running
(They call it mouth almighty tongue everylasting)
[Verse 5: Playdough]
Zip your lips and throw away the key
I got the juiciest, but you ain't heard it from me
We got, secrets, secrets, dirty little secrets
Hold up, tell Oprah to keep it
My book of the month club meets this weekend
And I can't wait to go tell my three friends
And they tell three friends, and they tell four friends
Who told all they cousins, sisters, and boyfriends
They broke appointments to hear the latest
Yesterday's old news, I got the greatest
So conversate this and take this data
Blah blah blah, yada yada yada
[Verse 6: Listener]
I once knew a lady her name was Lucinda
Happened to be [?] and a big giant grinner
Stretching from ear to ear flapping all day long
Like a sail on a boat without wind going strong
They say that loose lips sink ships
But most days you send them right to the bottom
With holes in the stern without knowing how they got 'em
To the belly of the ocean sleeping with the starfish
I once knew a lady, she couldn't take the hints
So she sank like a rock trying to float in the wind
('Cause you are a blabbermouth)
[Chorus: Freddie Bruno & Sivion]
No. More. Fronting
All you do is lie on the mic and you ain't saying nothing
Your mouth. Stays. Running
For heaven's sake, take a break, you ain't say nothing
No. More. Fronting
All you do is lie on the mic and you ain't saying nothing
Your mouth. Stays. Running
(If you cannot rock a party do not open your mouth, it's that simple)