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Word A` Mouth - Lyricist Lounge Vol. 1

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Ha Haha Haha Haha
Ha Ha Ha (word a mouth)

Verse 1:

Step right up, step right up
And listen close
Fuck da beef
And just left the pot roast
Some shorties try to high boast
I ?block? em out
Puff blunts and drink private stocks of stout
I gots no doubt
To let the flow out
My windpipe
I make ya clap, clap ya hands
Like twin ?hype?
I keep my stems ripe
Puffin` on a peace pipe
Quick fast
Like Grease Light
I`m gonna recite
Rhymes re-ignite the mic
When the beat strikes
It get me hype
When ya punks try to beef bite
Tight, lyrics that I write is outta site
Like a satellite
You can`t battle right
Grab ya mic tight
?Groove? like cellulite
I can tell you might
Be the type to bite
And all ?metabolite?
All you rappers that bite
Unite
And form like parasite
And swarm like locust at night
With the focus to bite
I take flight and rise the farenheight

Verse 2:

Arms locked in combat
Bombs locked on target
?Arm? blocked the march
While the flows are bombarded
Arch rivals stifled
By the likes of ??????
Slice ya face and neck
Place the set collect
Pay ya debt
Place ya bet
Stakes is hi-jinx chase my jet
If crazy heads don`t make em pets
I`m with the dead
Got butt-naked snakes and bad fate
To take my ?bed?
I fucked mother nature
Made her ten nigga spread
And ain`t break a sweat
Flowin` like Perry on the 28th and Mayhem
I make census worth a pennyweight
Evacuate
This track`ll make you chickenheads ejaculate
You can`t imaginate
My fire make ya flow evaporate
Set the date
Step to the square
I scared the record straight
Deficate in ya mouth and house you like Section 8
Near the rate
Of these litigates
Will leave a better taste in your flow
So middle aged men, will obliterate

Chorus:

I could burn ya, I could learn ya
Somthin` by ya, I could earn ya type
(Famous Last Words)

I could defeat you, beseetch you
To retreat, delete you
(Famous Last Words)

Son I blast you, I smash you
Point my Gat at you, Bless You
(Famous Last Words)

I`m the toughest, brag, and puffin drags
With they heads in a duffle bag
(Famous Last Words)

Verse 3:

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