Mista Dirty Mouth

You know my teachers say I got myself a dirty mouth

'cuz I'm brewing up rhymes like moonshine from the dirty south

I'm making the fuel for a culture, Y'all be pickin' at my scraps like a damn vulture

Adonis of the beat, Harem the eminent. I don't need consent to do what I want

I set the mic ablaze as the crowd goes in a craze, screamin my name

I'm up here playing my game for the fame that I earned,

workin' hard, hauling cans off to the scrap yard just for me to make my CREAM

Yo, it's a dream come true for a rapper like me to chew up a toy like you

I'm ridin' on the bars of my beats, capturing the flow

that you know makes my rhymes good as gold

I got a tongue that's Icy cold, lash ya ass like a blizzard

 

My mouth spits hot tar, capturin' you like a ex con behind the bars of the economy

I make ya shed more blood than a feminism convention

Why not talk a little relaism as I'm makin' the decision to use precision in this dose of lyricism