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

Yo this is serious right here
Me and my boys, we don't fuck
You what I'm sayin'?
So if you me
My people, or the niggas I roll with
You know
Y'all fucked up
go the shittalkin'

You's a ass hoe
What you really know about killas for real
Stainin' my show, gang of lunatics
We the rebels for the
with us you lose your muthafuckin' head
And ya talkin' to your bitch ass hoes even a
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
With the old school down, 10 on 1
I remember no fair fights where I'm from
Maniac and I'ma stand where the bloodstain is at
Hopin' you come back, nigga that
I'm the child of death
I'ma keep swingin' my axe nuthin's left
I ain't havin' that so fuck you
Tell friends 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' else
When the shit went down they you fuck yourself
Now you cryin' little thug still frontin'
Thinkin' to yourself why the fuck you say
Too many niggas wanna me up
Steal my shit, slap my
I'm like this
Now you know what like
To deal with real that don't play, everyday
suckas out the box, who wanna get some?
Seven channels for my victims
I ain't that fuck you bitch
Tell your friends hater and I'm talkin' shit

We the that 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 a track meet, we be runnin' it
the hatchet on the back
While other bitches suckin' sour for air time and similac
We say fuck that, matter of
You our style bitch boy we want our shit back
get your head cracked you ain't tough
And all them don't mean shit when you get fucked up
So fuck set, and fuck your crew
And fuck every muthafucka 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 I'ma and I'm talkin' shit

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

Hatchet don't count, hatchet ain't
Knowin' goddamn we the champs undisputed
We need your radios and MTV
Sellin' million, sayin' the fuck we please
who's coat you ridin' on?
You gotta balls, and write him a song
You got his dick 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 coast
I'm at fuckin' Kim ****
all you faggot ass sell out hoes
And fuck anybody the juggalos
to the underground and get bit
Tell your boys I'ma hater and I'm talkin' shit!