Louis Logic - Loud Mouth lyrics

[Intro: Louis Logic] Hit me, hit me, hit me, hit me, yo I'm getting real tired of childish a** n***as Judging a book by its cover Think a pretty motherf**er like me Won't get foulmouthed and grimy on a n***a You know what I mean, yo? [Verse 1: Louis Logic] 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 k**ing 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 s** 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 [Chorus: Louis Logic] (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) [Verse 2] My ex-chick called me s**ist when I called her a b**h 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 sh** 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 [Chorus] (x2) [Verse 3] I practice peer pressure and promote unsafe s** On my tour of beer lectures, with one day left I'm one stray head who corrupts the youth, f** the truth I plug d** 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 cli*oris 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 [Chorus] (x2) [Sample: ?] 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 [Scratches: ?] ...