Sourmouth — Sourmouth lyrics

The page contains the lyrics of the song "Sourmouth" by Sourmouth.

Lyrics

Yaaaa, theirs something
Sour in my mouth, its
Hellu loud and they dont
Like what its about
Ruuu, get him muzzled
Send his ass to the pound
I’m something nasty they
Don’t like it when I’m
Around
Super stupid dummy
I rep thizz, got the pill
In my tummy, its what it is
One time snow bunny, on
My dick, so i busted on her
Tits, sorry honey i shrunk
The kids, i stay smashen
While you just tappin, all
Day smacken while you barley
Slappen, I’m Trained for
Action, I’m a god dam captin
You just not fly enough
Like John Madden, I’m a savage
Like sasquatch get your ass
Squashed, your raps are back
Wash used and recycled
Your rhymes are old, my mine
New and rhyme good, im good
I should one day be signed fool
You see what ever is on my
Mind I’m doing in overdrive
Its mind over matter and i
Matter a whole lot, ya’ll rhymes
Can’t hack it MC Hammer
I’m an axe to a track ya my
Raps should be bandaged
Yaaaa, theirs something
Sour in my mouth, its
Hellu loud and they dont
Like what its about
Ruuu, get him muzzled
Send his ass to the pound
I’m something nasty they
Don’t like it when I’m
Around
I was born in the patch where
The kids grow sour, the deep
South underground dirty i
Need a shower, the east coast
Cats call me diesel fire, sour’s
Mouth is a lighter, people think
They pimp like i got lines for
Wemon, well my lines rhyme
And can harmonize in rythm
Your simple pick up lines
Couldn’t pick up guy’s in a
Prison, i am the pod peter
Piper my lines picking up
All the wemon, its bitchen
That all these bitches don’t
Bitch when I’m spitting
My modo is fuck bitches
But that don’t make me a
Sexist, just because you
Homo sexual doesn’t make
You a wrestler, and just
Because you homo doesn’t
Mean WWE won’t reject you
I had a bitch she would
Pay for me, i Ain’t a pimp
But i played the beez, she
Playing games so i brang the
Cheats, i broke the dime down
To nickels and penny’s
Yaaaa, theirs something
Sour in my mouth, its
Hellu loud and they dont
Like what its about
Ruuu, get him muzzled
Send his ass to the pound
I’m something nasty they
Don’t like it when I’m
Around
Sourmouth, the nigga nigga’s
Love to hate, an Elvis Presly who
Write his own music, I’M going
Hard on you bitches like a porno
Flick, on some un-expected shit
Call me Ron Jeremy, first get your
Money, you gotta live, i step on
Anybody, Ndamukong, my bong
Brings pleasure when i lounge
Ottoman, rapping circles around
You like a mummy sarcophagus
I didn’t like the Hyphy movement
Just because i was stupid, my
IQ was pretty high till i had rolled
To they movement, its that
Independent drive my GPS
Guidance system, and i fallowed
It all the way up to all the Sirius
Satellite stations, i went sour
I now empower the powerless
Feeling sour, the ones who feel
Enraged half baked like Chappelle
Caged like an animal in your
Mental state or your cell
Just remember my name, and
That i made it through hell
Yaaaa, theirs something
Sour in my mouth, its
Hellu loud and they dont
Like what its about
Ruuu, get him muzzled
Send his ass to the pound
I’m something nasty they
Don’t like it when I’m
Around