You catch me beatin' up your chops?
I ought to turn you over to the cops, 
But dig this spiel I'm going to lay on you, gate, 
Don't cop your broom, park the body and wait.
 [bad word] your mouth and [bad word] my business, brother,  [bad word] your mouth and [bad word] my business, brother, 
You tell everybody I'm busted, 
You talk so much you got me disgusted.
But [bad word] your mouth and [bad word] my business, 
Brother.
 [bad word] your mouth and [bad word] my business, brother,  [bad word] your mouth and [bad word] my business, brother, 
You start in tellin' me you're my pal, 
And end up tellin' me how to handle my gal,  [bad word] your mouth and [bad word] my business, brother.
 [bad word] your juicy mouth and [bad word] my business, 
Brother,  [bad word] your juicy mouth and [bad word] my business, 
Brother, 
You always tellin' me what to do, 
Sayin', "I wouldn't do that if I was you!" [bad word] your mouth and [bad word] my business, brother.

Just clap your liver lips and [bad word] my business, 
Brother, 
Clap your liver lips and [bad word] my business, brother, 
If I'd followed your advice on how to make dough, 
I'd been in the jailhouse long ago. [bad word] your mouth and [bad word] my business, brother.

Do you dig me, Jack?