Kalamiti - Watch That Mouth

Watch that mouth, boy
I'm outta my mind
You better stay outta my face
Watch that mouth, boy
I'm outta my mind
You better stay outta my face
Watch that mouth, boy
I'm outta my mind
You better stay outta my face
Watch that mouth, boy
I'm outta my mind
You better stay outta my face
You can take it as warning
You monotone rappers make me fall asleep so boring
This a home invasion, kick ya doors in
Sick of no talent always whipping foreigns
But I guess a Honda counts
Bitches on the couch
Then I'm long gone in the morning
This is what I'm all about, everybody talking loud now
Only turn your speakers down when I'm not around
Never make a sound not worth exploring
I'm underground but I ain't dead, I'm a zombie
Night of the living dead
Always looking for brains but there ain't none
Otherwords gimme head
Never sloppy, unlike the average joe
I'm boiling up, pour me out like a coffee
No copies, No way to stop the flow
It's impossible. I got a godly presence
If there's a murder on the beat yo I probably did it
Booth feeling like the spirit of Pac was in it
Reminince of the time's of the doctors menace
Like a girl at a club, I got your digits
I'm onto you all. I figured you out
Yup, and I got an ego as big as my mouth
I'ma finish you now, this the coup de grace
Game's dying off like its losing blood
I'll leave em leaking, Who this hot
Ima see this outcome to completion
Tongue flapping like a demon
This more than a hobby
I ain't just rapping on the weekend
I do it for the love of the craft
But I'm nasty. Like a tongue in the ass
Buddy I don't give a fuck who sent ya
Call me a Tesla cause I never run outta gas
Watch that mouth, boy
I'm outta my mind
You better stay outta my face
Watch that mouth, boy
I'm outta my mind
You better stay outta my face
Watch that mouth, boy
I'm outta my mind
You better stay outta my face
Watch that mouth, boy
I'm outta my mind
You better stay outta my face
I'm a mack truck, 18 wheels
Bout to fuck around and catch 18 years
Listen up, turn me up
Flow's out for blood and so hard
I'm about to rape these ears
Thought I made things clear
Runnin up on ya'll I'm about to make things real
Caught you with your pants down 187
There's a man down. Stuff a sock in your damn mouth
I'm coming for the loot. Whatcha wanna do
You froze up like a gun that doesn't wanna shoot
These Wu Tang Killa beez type flow
Might go sick my psycho swarm buzzing onto you
Shit's real out here, no cinema
Hot like cinnamon, this is real life fear
Always keep it Spicy
Don't give a fuck who doesn't like me.
I'll be right here
Stay in your face. Ima Stallion
You got no stake in the race. Kill a whole battalion
G I Joe with machinegun flow
And I bring that sauce like Italians
Baptized in the river Styx
Till I go back to hell Ima givem shit
Ain't no little bitch
Everybody wants a piece till they hear me on my killa shit
Murder on a beat for the thrill of it
I don't fuck with any of ya'll I stay celebate
I don't listen to a word, you're irrelevant
Tuck your fuckin head between your knees
And take a smell of it
I'm a god that wasn't heaven sent
But hands down there ain't a soul
That I'm not better then
Nobody on a level that I've ever been
What? Nobody on a level that I've ever been
Watch that mouth, boy
I'm outta my mind
You better stay outta my face
Watch that mouth, boy
I'm outta my mind
You better stay outta my face
Watch that mouth, boy
I'm outta my mind
You better stay outta my face
Watch that mouth, boy
I'm outta my mind
You better stay outta my face

Written by:
William Beasley

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