Luyện nghe bài hát Shittalkaz w/Insane Clown Posse and Twiztid

Yo this is serious right here
Me and my boys, we don't around
You know what I'm
So if you me
My muthafuckin' people, or the niggas I roll
You what?
Y'all done up
Here go the

a bitch ass hoe
What you really know about killas for though?
my freek show, gang of lunatics
We the rebels for the
with us you lose your muthafuckin' head
And ya talkin' to your bitch ass even a little
Rather beat ya to shit, and pull the at the hospital
me this, callin' me that
Cause you's a bitch ass nigga from the jump I slap
With the old school down, 10 on 1
I don't remember no fights where I'm from
Maniac and I'ma stand right where the is at
Hopin' you come back, nigga that
I'm the child of death
I'ma keep my axe till nuthin's left
I ain't havin' that so fuck you
Tell your friends I'ma hater and I'm talkin'

Man I don't give a fuck how many you sell
Stories you tell, check yourself
And fuck bitch that you're with too
the shit go down, where the fuck your crew?
Probably at home bumpin' else
When the shit went down they told you fuck
Now you cryin' inside little thug frontin'
Thinkin' to yourself why the fuck you say
Too niggas wanna beat me up
my shit, slap my bitch
I'm like fuck
Now you what it's like
To deal with real killas that don't play,
suckas out the box, who wanna get some?
Seven video for my victims
I havin' that fuck you bitch
Tell your I'ma hater and I'm talkin' shit

We the that go bump in the night
We ain't got no love for you, you need to get shit right
Bitch who you think you're fuckin'
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 that, matter of fact
You tainted our style boy we want our shit back
Don't get your cracked you ain't tough
And all them skills don't mean shit when you get up
So fuck your set, and your crew
And fuck every muthafucka around and down you
And you ain't nothin on the map
Except for all bullshit commercialized mainstream rap
And I ain't havin' that you bitch
Tell 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 keep muthafuckin' TRL
I with my army in the underground and stay real
And burn your little TV set
Carson 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 clowns
Heads are get chopped off, and slit
Bout to take it way beyond shit

don't count, hatchet ain't included
Knowin' goddamn well we the champs
We don't need radios and MTV
million, sayin' what the fuck we please
**** who's coat you on?
You gotta balls, and write him a song
You got his dick buried so far up ass
hangin' out your mouth, but you like that
And **** to warn ya
And there you are receiving the in California
While you gettin' fucked on the West
I'm at home Kim ****
Fuck all you ass sell out hoes
And fuck anybody the juggalos
to the underground and get bit
Tell boys I'ma hater and I'm talkin' helly shit!