Yeah, talk about that 'Word of Mouf', baby
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 ya health
See I ain't gotta say ****, 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 rollin' on dubs, I roll right into clubs
Dirtiest home with more rings than ya tub
You think it's all practical jokes and big bloopers
But I smack *****es with no ***ties that work at Hooters

Just get a couple of girls that shakin' they thangs
Then I put 'em on camera and cut two frames
With some gasoline drawers, I'll be goin to hell
Ludacris, ***k like a ***** fresh out of jail

I got junkyard dawgs, I'm rowdier than Rod Piper
And my baby's ***ed 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' ***

These rap cats is soft like R&B singers
It's 4-Ize, I've worked for wings and chicken fingers
I reps mo' parts so Chi-Town could get seen
I'm a Dirty Bird now but I keep **** clean

I rip meanface *****z 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 woodworkin'
The black Hacksaw Jim Duggin stay lurkin'

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 rose with the dozen attack flows
I rock Shaq's clothes when I alter beast
Power up, get big, it's disturbin' tha peace