Luyện nghe bài hát Mr. Shittalker

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

Verse:]

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

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

[Second

I fly past ya like you're backwards,
You good for nothin', no talent, non-rappin' bastard!
I can you outta breath, like asthma,
I can see clean ya like CASPER!!!
Done went from to spectacular
Refuse me I'm swingin' at you bitches til' I see the platinum,
And I bet it you mad, ha?
Well brace your fuckin' cuz it's about to be some shit now,
Bet'cha I'ma make a a part of ya,
Since you tryin' to kick some dust up, got to make it for ya,
Slow ya down like you booze,
Started workin' in the studio all night LIKE THE THING TO DO!!!
act to main attraction,
Therefore disrespect is not allowed no or no FASHION!
Sell my and I'm still smashin', BLASTIN',
Who the fuck that is, is what askin'?

[Third

I talk more shit a LIL' BIT!!!
Makin' it rough enough, can sure feel 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 them bitches out my damned like my breath stank,
Starin' at like wet paint,
You done ran out of gas that's why your shit wanna drank,
You hit the charts but you stay up,
You a contract, but you don't weigh 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 with FIRE so prepare for the WORST!
If I tell you to take then you oughtta,
You ain't heard it til' you heard it MISTER SHIT TALKER!!!!!

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