(Chorus)

You talking a lot of junk
Got the air smelling like funk
Keep saying you about some stuff
Stay opening your mouth, Mr. Carry-on

You’re a talker, you speak of fake swagga
Walk around saying stuff out your mouth
Cause you wanna live big, you never bring it down
People saying shut up, and be quiet
So when you open up you need to be silent
Once you start, you can really talk for long
That’s we all call you Mister Carry on
You worst than Mister Me Too
At least he copy what I got and what I do
You about nothing, the stuff I did you wanna do
If you couldn’t die you would talk forever
That’s all you do, couldn’t do nothing better

[Hook]

Your like the enegizer battery
It will never close will Mr. C
Well, I’ll be just doing me
You’ll be here like a disease
Then let’s see what happens, Mr. Carry On

(Chorus)

You talking a lot of junk
Got the air smelling like funk
Keep saying you about some stuff
Stay opening your mouth, Mr. Carry-on

Mr. Carry-on, everyday you carry on
You stay talking from the night ’til the morn
I’ll stay on my grind, and you behind, following along
I’m not about nothing, that’s not why I made this song
I did it to show these suckers, that I am RAW
I could cut you open and show your meat like the movie Saw
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, and i’ll make 6-10, get sued for copy infringe
Due my time, pay my dues, and do it all again
But then again I don’t think your worth it man
Cause I’m trying to live for a bigger purpose
So damn if I don’t got enough swag for it
Don’t matter to me, as long as you don’t talk to me

[Hook]

Your like the enegizer battery
It will never close will, C
Well, I’ll be just doing me
You’ll be here like a disease
Then let’s see what happens, Mr. Carry On

(Chorus)

You talking a lot of junk
Got the air smelling like funk
Keep saying you about some stuff
Stay opening your mouth, Mr. Carry-on

I wonder if ya notice my boys ain’t do nothing to ya
We about our talk, so believe you ain’t nothing to us
Look at it, my guns sorta like the toilet, bro
Whenever I pull it out, you look a little flushed, to us
You say, “What?” like about 20-hundred times
If I did waste my time with you, it’ll be one time
Just pull out one nine, cock it back one time
Shoot it just one time, now you dying, am I lying??
Your mouth may kill you, is what I’m saying, just trying
I’ll have you laying, from what i did to you
Bullets all in you, and wounds all over you
I’ll have your tombstone say, ‘Died by Mr. U

(Chorus)

You talking a lot of junk
Got the air smelling like funk
Keep saying you about some stuff
Stay opening your mouth, Mr. Carry-on