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Mute Button

hellothere

· 2:19 · 5 plays · v3-preview

Lyrics

Verse

Y'all know me I'm the loudest mouth in the D

Every other word a four letter recipe

Teachers used to wash my mouth with a bar of soap

Mama said son you gotta learn to cope

I talk tough trash talking til the tape runs out

Word after word that I ain't allowed to shout

Pre-Chorus

So I flip it I skip it I clip it in half

You can hear the whole record and never once laugh

Nah I mean never once curse

Worse than a dentist pulling teeth from a verse

Chorus

I swear a lot I swear a lot

Bleeps where the bad words oughta be got

I swear a lot I swear a lot

Censor the tape let the beat get hot

I swear a lot I swear a lot

Judge in the front row clutching her cross

I swear a lot I swear a lot

Count every dollar that the clean version lost

Post-Chorus

Mm-hmm mm-hmm

Mm-hmm mm-hmm

Verse

Now I could lace a line with a nasty little noun

But the label said Slim keep it safe for the town

So I bite my tongue til it bleeds on the mic

Punch a wall punch a clock do whatever you like

Every sentence a standoff a silent little war

I got a mouth like a sailor and a mute button more

Pre-Chorus

So I stomp I stop I swallow the sound

You can play this at your grandma's house all year round

Yeah play it at the church

She'll tap her foot and never hear a single curse

Chorus

I swear a lot I swear a lot

Bleeps where the bad words oughta be got

I swear a lot I swear a lot

Censor the tape let the beat get hot

I swear a lot I swear a lot

Judge in the front row clutching her cross

I swear a lot I swear a lot

Count every dollar that the clean version lost

Bridge

I could say it

Nah I won't say it

I could spray it

Nah I won't spray it

Every line is a bleep every bleep is a buck

And the joke is on you cause I never get stuck

Chorus

I swear a lot I swear a lot

Bleeps where the bad words oughta be got

I swear a lot I swear a lot

Censor the tape let the beat get hot

I swear a lot I swear a lot

Judge in the front row clutching her cross

I swear a lot I swear a lot

Count every dollar that the clean version lost

Post-Chorus

Mm-hmm mm-hmm

Mm-hmm mm-hmm

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