Yea-uh, here we go, here we go, here we go   Talk about that word of Mouf baby   Yeuh, yeuh yeuh yeuh yeuh! Here we go, here we go   Ludacris, 4-Ize, D E what you want now now now now      Check it   You see I live a life filled with chicken and Malt Liquor   And women that are real life scratch 'n' sniff stickers   I shoot videos and get knobs slobbed in trailers   Then hit stage and break a leg like Lawrence Taylor   You pricks is all talk, and it's bad for ya health   See I ain't gotta say shit, the money speaks for itself   With all models I make I'm great like five lakes   You got rims on ya truck? Man I got rims in my skates      You rollin' on dubs, I roll right into clubs   Dirtiest home with more rings than ya tub   You think it's all practical jokes and big bloopers   But I smack bitches with no titties that work at Hooters   Just get a couple of girls that shakin' they thangs   Then I, put 'em on camera and cut two frames   With some gasoline drawers I'll be goin' to Hell   Ludacris, fuck like a nigga fresh out of jail   I got junkyard dawgs, I'm rowdier than Rod Piper   And my baby's assed out, 'cause I rub my cars with her diapers   So you can pray for now if you sinned in the past   "Word of Mouf" time to wipe that silly grin off yo' ass      These rap cats is soft like R 'n' B singers   It's 4-Ize, I've worked for wings and chicken fingers   I reps mo' parts so Chi-town could get seen   I'm a dirty bird now but I keep shit clean   I rip meanface niggaz one by one   Or two by two, I'll take 'em however they come   Instead of a gun, I'll pull out a stick from woodworkin'      The black hacksaw Jim Duggin stay lurkin'   Creepin', I'm in the shadows, the nightshade   You want the tail in the back or, a light fade?   'Cause Tony Scissorhands is the barber, the butcher   I kill ya smoke a blunt and forget where I put ya   I'm soopafly like Snuka, I smack hoes   The black rose with the dozen attack flows   I rock Shaq's clothes when I alter beast   Power up, get big, it's disturbin' the peace