Louis Logic - Loud Mouth lyrics
[Louis Logic - Loud Mouth lyrics]
Hit me, hit me, hit me, hit me, yo
I'm getting real tired of childish ass niggas
Judging a book by it's cover
Think a pretty motherfucker like me
Won't get foulmouthed and grimy on a nigga
You know what I mean, yo?
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 I'm unfaithful
At times 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
(Eminem: I used to be a loud mouth
Remember me) til I fouled out and graduated
To a human outhouse
Ejected from the rap game for
Cursing the crowd out
Foul-mouthed and I (I used to be a loudmouth)
My ex chick called me sexist when
I called her a bitch i was drunk though
Excuse me if I faltered a bit
Your punk flow wouldn't get
You through one show
Cause what you reap I'll 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 canceled
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
A sickness affliction, 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 cuckoo with a few screws loose
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 logistics that's featured
On my diskettes
I need to be enlisted in clinics
For exhibiting sickness
And eating cats til their clitoris twitches
Bleeding raps and living 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 and dazed
I 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 sportsman
I hunt emcees i'm unfriendly
Spitting til my tongue's empty
Now you listen to me, mister
God dit not put me on
This earth to be awakened
To foul-mouthed suggestions from
A foul-mouthed hooligan like of you
I'm getting real tired of childish ass niggas
Judging a book by it's cover
Think a pretty motherfucker like me
Won't get foulmouthed and grimy on a nigga
You know what I mean, yo?
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 I'm unfaithful
At times 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
(Eminem: I used to be a loud mouth
Remember me) til I fouled out and graduated
To a human outhouse
Ejected from the rap game for
Cursing the crowd out
Foul-mouthed and I (I used to be a loudmouth)
My ex chick called me sexist when
I called her a bitch i was drunk though
Excuse me if I faltered a bit
Your punk flow wouldn't get
You through one show
Cause what you reap I'll 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 canceled
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
A sickness affliction, 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 cuckoo with a few screws loose
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 logistics that's featured
On my diskettes
I need to be enlisted in clinics
For exhibiting sickness
And eating cats til their clitoris twitches
Bleeding raps and living 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 and dazed
I 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 sportsman
I hunt emcees i'm unfriendly
Spitting til my tongue's empty
Now you listen to me, mister
God dit not put me on
This earth to be awakened
To foul-mouthed suggestions from
A foul-mouthed hooligan like of you