Luyện nghe bài hát Shittalkaz

Yo is serious shit right here
Me and my boys, we fuck around
You know I'm sayin'?
So if you me
My muthafuckin' people, or the I roll with
You know
Y'all fucked up
Here go the
a bitch ass hoe
What you really know killas for real though?
Stainin' my show, gang of lunatics
We the for the dead
Fuckin' with us you lose your muthafuckin'
And ya talkin' to bitch ass hoes even a little
Rather beat ya to shit, and the plug at the hospital
Callin' me this, callin' me
you's a bitch ass nigga from the jump I wanna slap
With the old beat down, 10 on 1
I don't remember no fair fights where I'm
Maniac and stand right where the bloodstain is at
Hopin' you come back, fuck that
I'm the poster of death
I'ma keep swingin' my axe till left
I ain't havin' so fuck you bitch
Tell your friends hater and I'm talkin' shit
Man I don't give a fuck how many you sell
Stories you tell, nigga yourself
And fuck that bitch that you're too
When the shit go down, where the fuck your
Probably at home bumpin' someone
When the shit went down they told you yourself
Now you cryin' inside thug still frontin'
Thinkin' to yourself why the fuck you say
Too niggas wanna beat me up
my shit, slap my bitch
I'm like this
Now you know what it's
To deal with killas that don't play, everyday
Knockin' suckas out the box, who get some?
Seven channels for my victims
I ain't that fuck you bitch
Tell your friends I'ma hater and I'm talkin'
We the things go bump in the night
We ain't got no for you, you need to get some shit right
Bitch who you think you're with?
We keep this shit like a track meet, we be it
With the hatchet on the
While other suckin' sour tits for air time and similac
We say fuck that, matter of
You tainted our style bitch boy we want our back
get your head cracked you ain't tough
And all them skills don't mean shit you get fucked up
So fuck your set, and fuck your
And fuck muthafucka around and down with you
And you puttin' nothin on the map
Except for all bullshit commercialized mainstream rap
And I ain't havin' fuck you bitch
your friends I'ma hater and I'm talkin' shit
Hoe ass hoes, we those hoes
How the fuck you gonna step to Dark juggalos?
of the wicked, night breeders
No little faggots with blonde
So anytime you see me in
You get a in your ass, and your jaws full of dick
You can your muthafuckin' TRL
I stay with my army in the underground and stay
And down your little TV set
String up with razor wire wrapped around his neck
Cause how we do all day
Cross to the other bitch you're gonna pay
We stay on the side of the carnival grounds
Twiztid, Blaze, and 2 wicked
Heads are finna get off, and slit
to take it way beyond talkin' shit
Hatchet don't count, hatchet included
goddamn well we the champs undisputed
We don't your radios and MTV
million, sayin' what the fuck we please
**** who's you ridin' on?
You gotta lick balls, and him a song
You got his dick so far up your ass
It's out your mouth, but you like that
And **** to warn ya
And there you are receiving the dick in
you gettin' fucked on the West coast
I'm at fuckin' Kim ****
Fuck all you faggot ass sell out
And fuck anybody the juggalos
to the underground and get bit
Tell your I'ma hater and I'm talkin' helly shit!