Ready For This

'Cause you are a blabbermouth [Verse 1: Sivion] Heard you talk noise to my crew, just forget it I turn the other cheek cause I'm free, don't sweat it Sivion will set it off, ya'll can bet it All falls to [?], cause all ya'll pathetic If you lie to the people, man I cry for the people I wonder if my life do or die for the people To keep the drama going like a sitcom sequel 'Cause when it comes to blabbin' man there is no equal Your Feeble. Minded. Glocks. Need to stop Cause DS5 destroys shot We running on your block, that's every spot From the bottom to the top [Verse 2: manCHILD] Now I know you probably heard from a lot of net nerds That I keep my ear to the street until I catch work From my deep [?] just don't The way I motivate and go for the gusto Even in my front row, brothers are cutthroat Delivery big stemming piles by the truckload Yeah, your weak songs ready for upload Giving us the inside scoop we must know (huh?) You chatterbox, never shut your cake hole Gossip with the rest of them, the talent is age old (hey hey) You say so, keeping it real You really keeping DJ's asleep at the wheel [Chorus: Freddie Bruno & Sivion] No. More. Fronting All you do is lie on the mic and you ain't saying nothing Your mouth. Stays. Running For heaven's sake, take a break, you ain't say nothing No. More. Fronting All you do is lie on the mic and you ain't saying nothing Your mouth. Stays. Running (All you big mouths this [?] for you) [Verse 3: Freddie Bruno] I'm all city baby like your high school jams My life's like a movie but with cheers and [?] Dated the prom queen, stood her up at the dance Walked [?] school halls [?] It's your man [?] nasty stand up and ask me Why I'm so fine the girls they can't pass me Hit a jumpshot from the parking lot Blindfolded on one leg, believe it or not Yo it's the twelfth grade president, highland park resident If it ain't Hollister son it ain't prevelant Pushing next five with the nappy and the [?] My parents paid for it but it put 'em in debt [Verse 4: Sintax.the.terrific] Entertainment every night, flapping an open mic Like Walter Cronkite cutting molders on his mic Real might just get ill, watching they face twitch Talking till they crazier than Nancy's [?] hits So where in the world is Matt Lauer and Tom Cruise With Star Jones who's still sharing the wrong view Bomb dude, with the drama, get wicked (wicked) [?] Let's get Dr. Phil wrestle with Bill O'reilly 'til they both fall violently ill Blah blah blabbermouth never will shut up This is Ben Edward Mural, goodnight and good luck [Chorus: Freddie Bruno & Sivion] No. More. Fronting All you do is lie on the mic and you ain't saying nothing Your mouth. Stays. Running For heaven's sake, take a break, you ain't say nothing No. More. Fronting All you do is lie on the mic and you ain't saying nothing Your mouth. Stays. Running (They call it mouth almighty tongue everylasting) [Verse 5: Playdough] Zip your lips and throw away the key I got the juiciest, but you ain't heard it from me We got, secrets, secrets, dirty little secrets Hold up, tell Oprah to keep it My book of the month club meets this weekend And I can't wait to go tell my three friends And they tell three friends, and they tell four friends Who told all they cousins, sisters, and boyfriends They broke appointments to hear the latest Yesterday's old news, I got the greatest So conversate this and take this data Blah blah blah, yada yada yada [Verse 6: Listener] I once knew a lady her name was Lucinda Happened to be [?] and a big giant grinner Stretching from ear to ear flapping all day long Like a sail on a boat without wind going strong They say that loose lips sink ships But most days you send them right to the bottom With holes in the stern without knowing how they got 'em To the belly of the ocean sleeping with the starfish I once knew a lady, she couldn't take the hints So she sank like a rock trying to float in the wind ('Cause you are a blabbermouth) [Chorus: Freddie Bruno & Sivion] No. More. Fronting All you do is lie on the mic and you ain't saying nothing Your mouth. Stays. Running For heaven's sake, take a break, you ain't say nothing No. More. Fronting All you do is lie on the mic and you ain't saying nothing Your mouth. Stays. Running (If you cannot rock a party do not open your mouth, it's that simple)