Luyện nghe bài hát Mr. Shittalker

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

[First

WHO
Think they more shit than Mr. Shit Talker?
Run around, disgustin' make me get vulgar,
Don't make me pick ass apart like a vulture,
Next thing you know I be preparin' 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 dropped a couple of and they dropped the charges,
I ran 'em by margins,
How dare you try to a fuckin' private to a FIRST SERGEANT?
I come with more rounds than a hundred soldiers they marchin',
I make more noise than a yard of German shepards when BARKIN',
the bin, it, will make heads split when they hear them,
Shit you get from this MACHINE GUN MOUTH NIGGA,
My rhymin' skills be if I wash'em,
I keep pepper on my tongue so me with CAUTION!!!!

That's MISTER!!!! Mr. Talker
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 fuck the old,
And all of a sudden what make you think you can 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 from ordinary to spectacular
Refuse me then I'm at you bitches til' I see the platinum,
And I bet it you mad, ha?
Well brace your fuckin' self cuz it's about to be some now,
Bet'cha make a foot a part of ya,
Since you tryin' to kick some dust up, got to it hard for ya,
Slow ya like you drinkin' booze,
Started in the studio all night LIKE IT'S THE THING TO DO!!!
act to main attraction,
Therefore disrespect is not no form or no FASHION!
Sell my album and I'm smashin', BLASTIN',
Who the fuck that is, is what they

[Third

I talk more shit a LIL' BIT!!!
Makin' it rough enough, y'all can sure it,
Nigga be fussin' that be feelin' faint,
Just like a cheerleader I'm to (go, go) TO THE BANK!!!
And watch, the baddest even gonna shrink,
Keep bitches out my damned face like my breath stank,
Starin' at like wet paint,
You done ran out of gas why your shit don't wanna drank,
You hit the charts but you can't up,
You want a contract, but you don't up,
Mic-clutchin', bustin',
Ain't no fuckin' rushin', cuz I'm to the percussion,
to finish chorus to the verse,
Bout to fight you niggas with FIRE so 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!!!!!

(2x)]