Watch Your Mouth (Phazed Out) Lyrics

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Selected song name: Watch Your Mouth (Phazed Out)
Singer Name: Esoterik
Lyrics written by: Esoterik

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Yeah, yeah, yeah what up hip hoppers?
Yeah yeah yeah what's up party people
Yeah yeah what's up this is Mighty Mystro
The natural born spitter outta UK
UK and Oz connect
This is to all you half arse MCs out there


For the chance of beating me for any coward are slim
'Cause I got the power to finish any clown in the ring
See I'll mark you for death and leave you with scars from your chest
To your legs and sever your head off with the largest machete
Then after I start and the ref shatter some gla** in his head
And I'll grasp his neck till his partially dead
And he's starving for a breath
But I'm a devious man, the hardest to stop
Rappers claim to be harder than rock and I beat them to sand
And if you big for this man I'll probably tie your feet to a van and drive you through the streets of your land
Not messing with me fool, I'll take you to the steeple of a cathedral and tie you to the peak with your hands and leave you to hang, so
Don't come around here speaking all that jazz, when your crew ain't got as much juice as my ball bags have
Don't ever let me see you sport that badge or I'll leave your face with more foot prints than my grannies door mat has


"Mystro, Bliss N Eso" "Dropping sh*t"
"To these amateur rappers that think they need approvement"
"Y'all MC's talk sh*t, but I don't give a f**k"
"Somebody put something in his mouth my zipper's stuck"
"I keep it hardcore without a girl on my waist"
""
"B*t*h run his mouth, it's just a storm in a teacup"
"Somebody put something in his mouth"

When the chances of beating me for any coward is slim
'Cause I got the power to finish any clown in the ring
This is a spit battle, you rappers talk sh*t like p*ss louts
Constipated rookies mad they ain't got sh*t out
I got up at midnight through the darkest valleys
And keep head rolling in the city’s hardest alleys
I’m on a bigger bender than cop chases
After robbing Danny Ocean for what he got in los Vegas
I’m the lost pages of a lonely tale
F**k beers I chill with Indy sippin the Holy Grail
I’m past the lemon grove, i'm past the light house
I’m past the steppin’ stones; I’m past your wife’s spouse
I’m the dreamer in the clouds
Throwing lightning with Zeus
Striking at you spitting fire and igniting the booth
Emcees say they on the rise but then scream it’s not fair
Cause I burst their bubble
And show the world its hot air
Shaking the populous round
Breaking monotonous sound
Taking the opulent crowd
Thinking of chopping them down
They can’t be stopping us now
Down a beer, we’re out of here
To the eardrum loud and clear

"Who's f**king with me?" "Dropping sh*t
"To these amateur rappers that think they need approvement"
"Y'all MC's talk sh*t, but I don't give a f**k"
"Somebody put something in his mouth my zipper's stuck"
"I keep it hardcore without a girl on my waist"
""
"B*t*h run his mouth, it's just a storm in a teacup"
"Somebody put something in his mouth"


When the chances of beating me for any coward is slim
'Cause I got the power to finish any clown in the ring
It’s the flowers in the pavement
That led you to the harvest
And crept through then left you webbed between the armpits
That’s why these rappers don’t think
They lay in bed and they sulk
While I go the government like the incredible hulk
With insight that these ho’s are brainless
Because even Tarzan doesn’t know where Jane is
She’s at my house, trying to get lifted
Crying her eyes out cause her life is her business
I said that most of these guys now have their eyes on a ribbon
So I’m hoping you fly now and remind me of living
Because I live in the jungle where the buildings are bamboo
The kids are in huddles and we chill on the sand dunes
Like mad max, but the sad fact
Is that’s my actual name, I shouldn’t have to explain why
My sh*ts a pool stick in the devils eye-socket
And I flip lids of school kids whenever I rock it
Get it? I got it
My raps hit your dome with knowledge
And my life’s a rifle at the cracked window of a cottage

Mystro, Bliss N Eso. Dropping sh*t
"To these amateur rappers that think they need approvement"
"Y'all MC's talk sh*t, but I don't give a f**k"
"Somebody put something in his mouth my zipper's stuck"
"I keep it hardcore without a girl on my waist"
""
"B*t*h run his mouth, it's just a storm in a teacup"
"Somebody put something in his mouth"
"Watch your mouth now"