Luyện nghe bài hát Mr. Shittalker

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

[First

WHO
they talkin' more shit than Mr. Shit Talker?
Run around, muthafuckas make me get vulgar,
Don't make me pick your ass like a vulture,
Next you know I be preparin' 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 with more rounds a hundred soldiers when they marchin',
I make more than a yard of German shepards when they BARKIN',
Spin the bin, it, will make split when they hear them,
Shit you get flipped this MACHINE GUN MOUTH NIGGA,
My rhymin' skills be if I wash'em,
I keep pepper on my tongue so approach me CAUTION!!!!

That's MISTER!!!! Mr. Talker
You with the old,
And all of a sudden make you think 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 fuck 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 through ya like CASPER!!!
Done went from ordinary to
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,
Bet'cha I'ma make a foot a of ya,
Since you tryin' to some dust up, got to make it hard for ya,
Slow ya down like you booze,
workin' in the studio all night 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 what they

[Third

I more shit than a LIL' BIT!!!
Makin' it rough enough, 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 niggas even shrink,
Keep them bitches out my damned face like my 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 weigh up,
Mic-clutchin', bustin',
no fuckin' rushin', cuz I'm perfected to the percussion,
Start to chorus to the verse,
Bout to you niggas with FIRE so prepare yourself for the WORST!
If I you to take precaution then you oughtta,
You ain't heard it you heard it from MISTER SHIT TALKER!!!!!

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