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' make me get vulgar,
make me pick your ass apart like a vulture,
Next thing you I be preparin' these rhymes for you like sculptures
I the last seven would have taught'cha,
I'm known for remarkable feats with my in the tape recorder,
into MC Mad Slaughter,
Standin' and I dropped a couple of rhymes and they the charges,
I ran 'em by margins,
How dare you try to compare a fuckin' private to a SERGEANT?
I come with more rounds than a hundred soldiers when marchin',
I make more noise than a of German shepards when they BARKIN',
Spin the bin, it, will make heads split when hear them,
Shit you get flipped from this GUN MOUTH NIGGA,
My rhymin' be dirty if I wash'em,
I keep pepper on my tongue so approach me 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. Talker
You fuck the old,
And all of a sudden what make you think you can fuck with the new
That's, Mr. Talker....
FOUL SON OF A BITCH!!!!!!!

[Second

I fly past ya you're movin' backwards,
You fuckin' for nothin', no talent, non-rappin' bastard!
I can you outta breath, like asthma,
I can see through ya like CASPER!!!
went from ordinary to spectacular
Refuse me then I'm swingin' at you 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 a foot a part of ya,
Since you tryin' to some dust up, got to make it hard for ya,
ya down like you drinkin' booze,
Started in the studio all night LIKE IT'S THE THING TO DO!!!
Opening act to attraction,
Therefore is not allowed no form or no FASHION!
my album and I'm still smashin', BLASTIN',
Who the fuck that is, is they askin'?

[Third

I talk more than a LIL' BIT!!!
Makin' it rough enough, y'all can sure it,
be fussin' that bitch be feelin' faint,
Just a cheerleader I'm bout to (go, go) TO THE BANK!!!
And watch, the baddest niggas gonna shrink,
Keep them bitches out my damned face my breath stank,
Starin' at like wet paint,
You done ran out of gas that's why your don't wanna drank,
You hit the charts but you can't 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 chorus to the verse,
Bout to fight you niggas with FIRE so yourself for the WORST!
If I you to take precaution then you oughtta,
You ain't it til' you heard it from MISTER SHIT TALKER!!!!!

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