Luyện nghe bài hát Mr. Shittalker

Diaherrea muthafucka,
Talk constantly,
Talk so much shit....wipe my with toilet paper...

[First

WHO
Think they talkin' shit than Mr. Shit Talker?
Run around, muthafuckas make me get vulgar,
Don't make me pick ass apart like a vulture,
Next thing you know I be preparin' these rhymes for you sculptures
I thought the last seven would taught'cha,
I'm for remarkable feats with my points in the tape recorder,
Mystikal MC Mad Slaughter,
Standin' and I dropped a couple of rhymes and dropped the charges,
I ran 'em by margins,
How you try to compare a fuckin' private to a FIRST SERGEANT?
I come with more than a hundred soldiers when they marchin',
I make more noise than a yard of German shepards they BARKIN',
Spin the bin, it, will make heads split when hear them,
Shit you get from this MACHINE GUN MOUTH NIGGA,
My skills be dirty if I wash'em,
I keep pepper on my so approach me with CAUTION!!!!

That's MISTER!!!! Mr. Shit
You fuck the old,
And all of a sudden what you think you can fuck with the new shit?
That's, Mr. Talker....
MOUTH SON OF A BITCH!!!!!!!
MISTER!!!! Mr. Shit
You fuck the old,
And all of a sudden what make you think you can with the new shit?
That's, Mr. Talker....
FOUL SON OF A BITCH!!!!!!!

Verse:]

I fly past ya like you're backwards,
You fuckin' good for nothin', no talent, bastard!
I can you outta breath, like asthma,
I can see clean ya like CASPER!!!
went from ordinary to spectacular
Refuse me then I'm swingin' at you bitches I see the platinum,
And I bet it you mad, ha?
Well brace your fuckin' self cuz it's about to be some now,
I'ma make a foot a part of ya,
Since you tryin' to kick some up, got to make it hard for ya,
Slow ya like you drinkin' booze,
Started workin' in the studio all night LIKE IT'S THE TO DO!!!
Opening act to attraction,
disrespect is not allowed no form or no FASHION!
Sell my and I'm still smashin', BLASTIN',
Who the fuck that is, is what they

[Third

I talk more than a LIL' BIT!!!
Makin' it rough enough, y'all can feel it,
be fussin' that bitch be feelin' faint,
Just like a I'm bout to (go, go) TO THE BANK!!!
And watch, the baddest even gonna shrink,
them bitches out my damned face like my breath stank,
Starin' at niggas wet paint,
You done ran out of gas that's why your shit wanna drank,
You hit the charts but you stay up,
You want a contract, but you weigh up,
Mic-clutchin', bustin',
Ain't no fuckin' rushin', cuz I'm to the percussion,
to finish chorus to the verse,
Bout to you niggas with FIRE so prepare yourself for the WORST!
If I tell you to take then you oughtta,
You ain't heard it you heard it from MISTER SHIT TALKER!!!!!

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