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

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

You's a ass hoe
What you really about 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 your bitch ass hoes a little
Rather beat ya to shit, and pull the plug at the
me this, callin' me that
Cause you's a bitch ass nigga from the jump I wanna
the old school beat down, 10 on 1
I don't remember no fair fights where I'm
Maniac and I'ma stand right the bloodstain is at
you come back, nigga fuck that
I'm the poster of death
I'ma keep swingin' my axe till left
I havin' that so fuck you bitch
Tell your I'ma hater and I'm talkin' shit

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

We the things that go bump in the
We ain't got no love for you, you need to get some right
Bitch who you think fuckin' with?
We keep this like a track meet, we be runnin' it
the hatchet on the back
While other bitches suckin' sour tits for air time and
We say fuck that, of fact
You tainted our bitch boy we want our shit back
Don't get head cracked you ain't tough
And all them skills don't shit when you get fucked up
So your set, and fuck your crew
And fuck muthafucka around and down with you
And you ain't nothin on the map
Except for all this commercialized mainstream rap
And I ain't that fuck you bitch
Tell your friends hater and I'm talkin' shit

Hoe ass hoes, we stomp hoes
How the fuck you step to Dark Carnival juggalos?
Creators of the wicked, night
No little faggots with blonde
So you see me in public
You get a Faygo in your ass, and your full of dick
You can keep your TRL
I stay with my army in the underground and real
And burn down your 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 dark of the carnival grounds
Twiztid, Blaze, and 2 clowns
Heads are finna get off, and slit
Bout to it way beyond talkin' shit

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