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

Yo this is serious shit right
Me and my boys, we don't fuck
You what I'm sayin'?
So if you me
My muthafuckin' people, or the I roll with
You what?
done fucked up
Here go the

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

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

We the that go bump in the night
We ain't got no love for you, you need to get some right
Bitch who you you're fuckin' with?
We keep this shit like a meet, we be runnin' 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
get your head cracked you ain't tough
And all them skills don't mean shit when you get up
So fuck set, and fuck your crew
And fuck every around and down with you
And you ain't nothin on the map
for all this bullshit commercialized mainstream rap
And I ain't havin' fuck you bitch
Tell your friends hater 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 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 stay with my army in the underground and real
And down your little TV set
String Carson up with razor wrapped around his neck
that's how we do all day
Cross to the other side bitch you're pay
We on the dark side of the carnival grounds
Twiztid, Blaze, and 2 clowns
Heads are finna get off, and slit
to take it way beyond talkin' shit

Hatchet don't count, ain't included
Knowin' well we the champs undisputed
We don't need radios and MTV
Sellin' million, what 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 you are receiving the dick in California
you gettin' fucked on the West coast
I'm at fuckin' Kim ****
Fuck all you faggot ass out hoes
And fuck denying the juggalos
to the underground and get bit
Tell boys I'ma hater and I'm talkin' helly shit!