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 what?
done fucked up
Here go the

You's a ass hoe
What you know about killas for real though?
my freek show, gang of lunatics
We the rebels for the
Fuckin' with us you lose your muthafuckin'
And ya to your bitch ass hoes even a little
Rather beat ya to shit, and pull the plug at the
Callin' me this, me that
Cause you's a bitch ass nigga the jump I wanna slap
the old school beat 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, fuck that
I'm the poster of death
I'ma keep swingin' my axe till left
I ain't havin' that so you bitch
Tell friends I'ma hater and I'm talkin' shit

Man I don't a fuck how many records you sell
Stories you tell, check yourself
And that bitch that you're with too
the shit go down, where the fuck your crew?
Probably at home someone else
When the shit went down they told you yourself
Now you inside little thug still frontin'
Thinkin' to yourself why the fuck you say
Too many niggas beat me up
Steal my shit, slap my
I'm like fuck
Now you know it's like
To deal real killas 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
your friends I'ma hater and I'm talkin' shit

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

Hoe ass hoes, we stomp 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 your ass, and your full of dick
You can keep your TRL
I stay with my in the underground and stay real
And down your little TV set
String Carson up with razor wire around his neck
that's how we do all day
Cross to the other side you're gonna pay
We stay on the dark side of the carnival
Twiztid, Blaze, and 2 clowns
Heads are finna get off, and slit
Bout to take it way beyond talkin'

don't count, hatchet ain't included
Knowin' goddamn well we the champs
We don't need your and MTV
Sellin' million, sayin' what the we please
**** who's you ridin' on?
You lick balls, and write him a song
You got his dick buried so far up ass
It's hangin' out your mouth, but you like
And tried to warn 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 anybody denying the juggalos
Come to the and get bit
Tell your boys I'ma and I'm talkin' helly shit!