Luyện nghe bài hát Mr. Shittalker

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

[First

WHO
Think talkin' more shit than Mr. Shit Talker?
Run around, disgustin' muthafuckas me get vulgar,
Don't make me pick your ass like a vulture,
Next thing you know I be these rhymes for you like sculptures
I thought the last seven have taught'cha,
I'm known for remarkable with my points in the tape recorder,
into MC Mad Slaughter,
Standin' and I a couple of rhymes and they dropped the charges,
I ran 'em by margins,
How you try to compare a fuckin' private to a FIRST SERGEANT?
I come more rounds than a hundred soldiers when they marchin',
I make more noise than a of German shepards when they BARKIN',
Spin the bin, it, will make heads split when they them,
Shit you get flipped this MACHINE GUN MOUTH NIGGA,
My rhymin' skills be 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 make you you can fuck with the new shit?
That's, Mr. Talker....
FOUL SON OF A BITCH!!!!!!!
MISTER!!!! Mr. Shit
You with the old,
And all of a sudden make you think you can fuck with the new shit?
That's, Mr. Talker....
MOUTH SON OF A BITCH!!!!!!!

[Second

I fly ya like you're movin' backwards,
You good for nothin', no talent, non-rappin' bastard!
I can tell you outta breath, asthma,
I can see through ya like CASPER!!!
Done went from to spectacular
Refuse me then I'm swingin' at you til' I see the platinum,
And I bet it you mad, ha?
Well brace fuckin' self cuz it's about to be some shit now,
Bet'cha make a foot a part of ya,
you tryin' to kick some dust up, got to make it hard for ya,
Slow ya down you drinkin' booze,
Started workin' in the studio all LIKE IT'S THE THING 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 they askin'?

[Third

I talk more shit a LIL' BIT!!!
Makin' it enough, y'all can sure feel it,
Nigga be fussin' that 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 like wet paint,
You done ran out of gas that's why shit don't wanna drank,
You hit the but you can't stay up,
You want a contract, but you don't up,
Mic-clutchin', bustin',
Ain't no fuckin' rushin', cuz I'm to the percussion,
Start to finish to the verse,
Bout to fight you niggas FIRE so prepare yourself for the WORST!
If I tell you to take precaution you oughtta,
You ain't heard it til' you heard it MISTER SHIT TALKER!!!!!

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