Mouth. - Redek

Saw a blind man walking his dog today

His dog was blind too and neither of them knew

He had a cane to walk

And they reminded me of you

Fuck the world for profit

Porn in the Oval Office

Get em off my dick

Bust a nut in her lips

And she spit out my kids

She can’t be my baby mama

Smoke my marijuana

Don’t believe in karma

Ya

Deepthroat a katana

All your shit is drawn up

Homie you look played out

Won’t slide on the playground

She gone succeed

If that miss fuck with me

Ya and she got beef

Where we wanna chop it up

Imma get em off my nuts

Imma keep it in my lungs

They won’t tell me keep it up

But I got new shit im the cut

Twist this weed Untwist my gut

«Oh you rap too?»

Hahah bad mood

Sometimes it’s like that

But now I’m that dude

Ohhh

I get distracted

I’m burning looking past it

I just been obsessed

Got this itch

In my neck

Ugh

Hitting on this Lucy stick

See how wet her Coochie get

Shorty want me to watch her masturbate to Anne Hathaway

Then join in half way

Fuck your problems I don’t wanna hear it

Fuck that little shit

Fuck your spirit

Ugh

Brodie fuck the wheel don’t steer it

Tell me drugs won’t cure it?

Wait

Change

Did you buy those off the ad?

Would you like it if you hadn’t heard that twitter liked it first?

Ugh

Would you take a bite if I had taste in the curb?

Crash and burn

In this herb

Ya

Dust off the germs

Aye you got Bands piling up

If you say so

Hey you got jams in the trunk

If you say so

Aye that’s your mans in the cut

If you say so

Why ain’t your plan standing up

No hate though

Aye you got Bands piling up

If you say so

Hey you got jams in the trunk

If you say so

Aye that’s your mans in the cut

If you say so

Why ain’t your plan standing up

No hate though

Oooooh

Baby I can’t sleep

I breathe this weed

Keep them out my dreams

My chest feel weak

But I feel so free

And she prolly gone flee

Like this feeling run from me

Baby I can’t sleep

I breathe this weed

Keep them out my dreams

My chest feel weak

But I feel so free

And prolly gone flee

Like this feeling run from me

I duke it out because I’m stupid

Young Stanley Kubrick