Word of Mouf (Freestyle)

[Intro: Ludacris]

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 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 ya truck? Man I got rims in 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 shaking 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 nigga fresh out of 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 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 rep Smoke Town so Chi-Town could get seen

I'm a Dirty Bird now but I keep shit clean

I rip meanface niggas 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 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 rolls with the dozen attack flows

I rock Shaq's clothes when I Alter Beast

Power up, get big, it's Disturbin' Tha Peace