Close Your Mouth

[Verse 1: Insane Poetry]
Let me address some shit, gotta get it off my chest
People say they close to me, but they don't know my stress
Never even talked to me or sat and had a conversation
But formulated opinions about my congregation
They say we're abominations, musta got that shit twisted
Teaching confrontations that's some bitch shit
You must be wearing lipstick little cucks
Step your foot out the house and our homies gon' beat you up (Ugh)
Social media got you all gassed, 'til we find yo IP address commence to whooping y'all ass
It's always thе loudest ones that get caught lacking
Suffеring beatdowns from all of that jaw jacking
It must be some of you rappers that never made it
Trolling the internet your career's was devastated
For years of dedication your tears are medication
Talk that shit on your peers, acting weird and just hating

[Chorus: JP Tha Hustler & Insane Poetry]
Close your mouth, close your mouth, close your mouth, close your mouth
Shut your mouth, shut your mouth, shut your mouth, shut your mouth
Close your mouth, close your mouth, close your mouth, close your mouth
Shut your mouth, shut your mouth, shut your mouth or get punched in the mouth

[Verse 2: JP Tha Hustler]
If you ain't doing shit, need to shut your mouth
If you never had a hit, need to shut your mouth
If you really think you're slick, need to shut your mouth
Need to shut your mouth, need to shut your mouth
JP wildin', JP stylin
Y'all just hating cause y'all in the garbage can
Trash, basura, y'all doing nothing
Y'all ain't chilling but y'all keep fronting
Circle-jerk cheerleading y'all stay local
I stay touring, I stay vocal
I stay SoCal, I stay Texas, I stay everywhere, I stay flexing
I eat breakfast, lunch and dinner bro
You ain't eating, I know your number so
Stop yo hating, stop yo hating
Team Guillotine so fuck what you saying

[Chorus: JP Tha Hustler & Insane Poetry]
Close your mouth, close your mouth, close your mouth, close your mouth
Shut your mouth, shut your mouth, shut your mouth, shut your mouth
Close your mouth, close your mouth, close your mouth, close your mouth
Shut your mouth, shut your mouth, shut your mouth or get punched in the mouth

[Verse 3: Tre Dizzle]
Fuck what you think it is or what you thought it was
No time for pillow talk and all that fuckery, yuh
In my circumference you gotta come with some substance
And miss me with that BS, close your mouth and say nothing
I done fit in your shoes before but outgrew the pair
And one monkey don't stop no show so bitch grow a pair
Stare at the one in the mirror you'll see it clearer
That bullshit is always once closer than it appears
Got a self-made independent mind-flow, an asshole
Ain't tripping off of past tense, fully focused on snatch foes
Pedal to the metal, all gas mechanic, fuck the breaks
I'm running over this bitch full steam without a license plate
Pause for a second to see where niggas heads is at
It's like in J-Park, the Guillotine with they heads in a basket
They ain't saying shit now, they mouth is closed stiff
You at peace now, so bitch you can stop talking shit

[Chorus: JP Tha Hustler & Insane Poetry]
Close your mouth, close your mouth, close your mouth, close your mouth
Shut your mouth, shut your mouth, shut your mouth, shut your mouth
Close your mouth, close your mouth, close your mouth, close your mouth
Shut your mouth, shut your mouth, shut your mouth or get punched in the mouth