Roc Marciano - The Horse's Mouth lyrics
[Roc Marciano - The Horse's Mouth lyrics]
Uh kicked up so much dust as a young pup
No wonder motherfuckers still slingin' mud
I ain't high off weed but I'm being blunt
(being blunt)
My ice might give the kid freezer burn
I see you out here freezin' like
A bum eatin' out the dump
I'm the illest out the bunch
The butterfly was a caterpillar once (uh)
Son, if it's love
Then why bring it up like a grudge? (uh)
Niggas blood drunk but, nah, I
Ain't spiked the punch, son
(no) nice with the pump, I'm live as Spice-1
Your writin' need to be spiced up some, uh
(you know what I'm saying, you
Need to spice that up, son)
Niggas bitin', this is invitin' to the tongue
Albino tiger rug
I pipe sluts as the vinyl spun
The nine come with the motorcycle gloves
Put you to sleep you be nice and snug
The night was young
I still come and put out your lightbulb (uh)
The tip of the pipe was
Bright like a lightnin' bolt
(pop, pop, pop, pop) uh
Cut from a good stock
The pockets got more bands
Than booked for Woodstock
The product's either good or it's not
(good or it's not)
The chopper with the wood on the side
That's for style (yeah) you still a child
You need to climb down from the treehouse
Still even then
We not playin' on even ground uh
The triple beam ain't evenin' out
Korean drum it hold fifty
Looking like Mickey Mouse
Without the smile (ow, Marc, baby)
Used to keep the switchblade
Now you just get your shit sprayed
Rap niggas is bitch made (Huh, huh)
(Uh) used to keep a switch slave
Now you just get your shit sprayed
No wonder motherfuckers still slingin' mud
I ain't high off weed but I'm being blunt
(being blunt)
My ice might give the kid freezer burn
I see you out here freezin' like
A bum eatin' out the dump
I'm the illest out the bunch
The butterfly was a caterpillar once (uh)
Son, if it's love
Then why bring it up like a grudge? (uh)
Niggas blood drunk but, nah, I
Ain't spiked the punch, son
(no) nice with the pump, I'm live as Spice-1
Your writin' need to be spiced up some, uh
(you know what I'm saying, you
Need to spice that up, son)
Niggas bitin', this is invitin' to the tongue
Albino tiger rug
I pipe sluts as the vinyl spun
The nine come with the motorcycle gloves
Put you to sleep you be nice and snug
The night was young
I still come and put out your lightbulb (uh)
The tip of the pipe was
Bright like a lightnin' bolt
(pop, pop, pop, pop) uh
Cut from a good stock
The pockets got more bands
Than booked for Woodstock
The product's either good or it's not
(good or it's not)
The chopper with the wood on the side
That's for style (yeah) you still a child
You need to climb down from the treehouse
Still even then
We not playin' on even ground uh
The triple beam ain't evenin' out
Korean drum it hold fifty
Looking like Mickey Mouse
Without the smile (ow, Marc, baby)
Used to keep the switchblade
Now you just get your shit sprayed
Rap niggas is bitch made (Huh, huh)
(Uh) used to keep a switch slave
Now you just get your shit sprayed