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Artist: Deliverance lyrics Song: Big Mouths lyrics  Send "Big Mouths" Ringtone to your Cell  I'm a pretty big critic but I'm also a big fan I love Josh Martinez, (That mothertruckas my man) Agh-I plan to build a little boat and sail the friendly seas Cuz I'm so full of hot air, I can always catch a breeze I talk a whole lotta yang about things I don't know I use the newest slang and I've been to every show I'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 say Like how am I supposed to chill when noone else be this way? Those who blow up become despised by their peers I'm still wet behind the ears but yet I'm wise beyond my years I got my eyes on the prize yet the crowds are filled with tears I wanna be a rap star but our bars outta beers I'm a fear mongin' tear jerky jerky hoe in a gravy boat I make up lies being fried and see if they can maybe float Change everything about my personailty depending on what side of the story I'm best at defending I know this is a longshot but buck-buck-goose From K to me to G-O, yo we all got the juice And 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 liquor As the lustin(?) of the lips makes the plot get thicker You heard the word as it's said and then you give the go ahead Forgetting con-text and circumstances instead Bend me down with a wedding gown and tempt me with a betty crown Nothing changes blingin in my pocket, I lost my wallet Now I got a credit card and proof of citizenship So I save up all my pennies for the spoof of a business trip You should really know by now that I'm known to speak my mind When 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's Hug you with my arms, kick you with my legs Run like a monkey until I get to megs(?) I stand by like a little boy and act a little coy I cook up stir fries without the use of bok-choy! And ramblin and ramblin, it's the best time to mumble I urinate on cookies just to see the way they crumble Tumble, tangle, webs...I weave in sleep Talkin' to the ghost of my, souls (Josh Martinez) I'm a big man, with a big mouth I'll haul all around the world but no-body knows what mm talkin 'bout I'll shoot a little shit off the top of the head But it can get out of hand so I gotta stop before it spreads I gotta let every lo-lita know that loose lips sink ships And she needs to lose those hips These lips swallow all the dirt like a hoover Gossip spread the word take Sodom then maneuver Through a room of tight shirts, bucks, and flirts and fit birds (Word to bird!) These fouls look so good, I need these towels Should my sweat glands be overworked and everyone around me Sits silently gawking while I'm walking forth profoundly It hurts to look this good, they make themselves understood Do dresses rich in moral fabric, though the oral sex is good The lip reading is fantastic, I can fit my whole head into your gaping lastic Kiss catches sucking back class like milk and ritz crackers And not a great many late night spectators wanna fuck with me Well 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 bull And if you want a piece chief you better pull clout Fuck fallin' off cuz we're going, full out! (Kunga 219) There's a rumor being spread seeing dead coroners in mournings And our recount of the fact that theres no use in being boring I 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 lips Stories 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'plenty Simply because it's some-somethin' to do I heard four stories yesterday, today I lumped them into two One man, one female people peeping me, steeping tea Exaggerating yawns exceedingly preceeding thee Post-dramatic aftershocks pass the rock its of the essence Hold the fort down come fi-test crooked those Don't get turkey, lovely lovely spring fever Hinge lever door apparatus floor her mattress you decide Glide laid let me tell you, limiting factors I'm the biggest of the mouse amongst diminishing actors The muse of the mundane, agent provocateur I'll tell you all about her, but I'd rather talk to her I heard it said that words are dead once been spoken, but the skeleton keys are now broken big mouth, transform! Send "Big Mouths" Ringtone to your Cell      
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