Текст песни Josh Martinez f Kunga 219 - Big Mouths
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(Josh Martinez)I`m a pretty big critic but I`m also a big fanI love Josh Martinez, (That mothertruckas my man)Agh-I plan to build a little boat and sail the friendly seasCuz I`m so full of hot air, I can always catch a breezeI talk a whole lotta yang about things I don`t knowI use the newest slang and I`ve been to every showI`m a cold gettin no-body`s letting me speak(Cuz we heard your bullshoot already twice this week)Awww shit, theres nothing I can do I got a lots to sayLike how am I supposed to chill when noone else be this way?Those who blow up become despised by their peersI`m still wet behind the ears but yet I`m wise beyond my yearsI got my eyes on the prize yet the crowds are filled with tearsI wanna be a rap star but our bars outta beersI`m a fear mongin` tear jerky jerky hoe in a gravy boatI make up lies being fried and see if they can maybe floatChange everything about my personailty depending on what side of the story I`m best at defendingI know this is a longshot but buck-buck-gooseFrom K to me to G-O, yo we all got the juiceAnd whose the dude to trust when you`re face down in the dust?Me Josh, be washed, in the the liquid of my lust(Kunga 219)Lies, love, lust, in the limitations of liquorAs the lustin(?) of the lips makes the plot get thickerYou heard the word as it`s said and then you give the go aheadForgetting con-text and circumstances insteadBend me down with a wedding gown and tempt me with a betty crownNothing changes blingin in my pocket, I lost my walletNow I got a credit card and proof of citizenshipSo I save up all my pennies for the spoof of a business tripYou should really know by now that I`m known to speak my mindWhen you catch me on an off day and I got a million lines(Did I say that? Huh, you caught me buggin)Bound to piss you off with a beard like Jim Duggan`sHug you with my arms, kick you with my legsRun like a monkey until I get to megs(?)I stand by like a little boy and act a little coyI cook up stir fries without the use of bok-choy!And ramblin and ramblin, it`s the best time to mumbleI urinate on cookies just to see the way they crumbleTumble, tangle, webs...I weave in sleepTalkin` to the ghost of my, souls(Josh Martinez)I`m a big man, with a big mouthI`ll haul all around the world but no-body knows what mm talkin `boutI`ll shoot a little shit off the top of the headBut it can get out of hand so I gotta stop before it spreadsI gotta let every lo-lita know that loose lips sink shipsAnd she needs to lose those hipsThese lips swallow all the dirt like a hooverGossip spread the word take Sodom then maneuverThrough a room of tight shirts, bucks, and flirts and fit birds(Word to bird!)These fouls look so good, I need these towelsShould my sweat glands be overworked and everyone around meSits silently gawking while I`m walking forth profoundlyIt hurts to look this good, they make themselves understoodDo dresses rich in moral fabric, though the oral sex is goodThe lip reading is fantastic, I can fit my whole head into your gaping lasticKiss catches sucking back class like milk and ritz crackersAnd not a great many late night spectators wanna fuck with meWell pretty for them I hem and heart in order to sword the ship from Chernola!(?)(Bah bah black sheep, have you any wool?)Aww yes man, yes man, three bags of bullAnd if you want a piece chief you better pull cloutFuck fallin` off cuz we`re going, full out!(Kunga 219)There`s a rumor being spread seeing dead coroners in mourningsAnd our recount of the fact that theres no use in being boringI heard it said that words are dead once been spoken, but the skeleton keys are now broken big mouth, transform!All the livelihoods that I speak from my lipsStories gettin` tweaked like kids, gossip columns, pothead problems, assorted arses, tell me useless stories and I try ignoring farces(Someone told me first, then I went and told many)And I wonder why I bother when there`s always lips a`plentySimply because it`s some-somethin` to doI heard four stories yesterday, today I lumped them into twoOne man, one female people peeping me, steeping teaExaggerating yawns exceedingly preceeding theePost-dramatic aftershocks pass the rock its of the essenceHold the fort down come fi-test crooked thoseDon`t get turkey, lovely lovely spring feverHinge lever door apparatus floor her mattress you decideGlide laid let me tell you, limiting factorsI`m the biggest of the mouse amongst diminishing actorsThe muse of the mundane, agent provocateurI`ll tell you all about her, but I`d rather talk to herI heard it said that words are dead once been spoken, but the skeleton keys are now broken big mouth, transform!