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

Yo is serious shit right 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 with
You know
Y'all done up
go the shittalkin'

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

Man I don't give a fuck how many records you
you tell, nigga check yourself
And fuck that bitch you're with 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 little still frontin'
Thinkin' to yourself why the you say something
Too niggas wanna beat me up
my shit, slap my bitch
I'm fuck this
Now you know it's like
To deal with real killas that play, everyday
suckas out the box, who wanna get some?
Seven channels for my victims
I havin' that fuck you bitch
Tell your friends hater and I'm talkin' shit

We the things go bump in the night
We ain't got no love for you, you to get some shit right
Bitch who you think you're with?
We keep shit like a track meet, we be runnin' it
the hatchet on the back
While other bitches suckin' tits for air time and similac
We say fuck that, matter of
You tainted our style bitch boy we our shit back
Don't get your head you ain't tough
And all them skills don't mean shit when you get up
So fuck your set, and your crew
And every muthafucka around and down with you
And you ain't puttin' on the map
Except for all this bullshit commercialized rap
And I havin' that fuck you bitch
Tell your friends I'ma and I'm talkin' shit

Hoe ass hoes, we those hoes
How the you gonna step to Dark Carnival juggalos?
Creators of the wicked, breeders
No bitch faggots with blonde
So you see me in public
You get a Faygo in ass, and your jaws full of dick
You can your muthafuckin' TRL
I stay with my army in the and stay real
And burn your little TV set
String up with razor wire wrapped around his neck
Cause how we do all day
Cross to the other side bitch you're pay
We stay on the dark side of the grounds
Twiztid, Blaze, and 2 clowns
Heads are get chopped off, and slit
to take it way beyond talkin' shit

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