Loud Mouth - Louis Logic

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

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