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

Yo is serious shit right here
Me and my boys, we don't fuck
You know what I'm
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?
Stainin' my freek show, gang of
We the for the dead
Fuckin' with us you lose your head
And ya talkin' to bitch ass hoes even a little
Rather ya to shit, and pull the plug at the hospital
Callin' me this, callin' me
Cause you's a bitch ass nigga from the jump I slap
the old school beat down, 10 on 1
I don't no fair fights where I'm from
Maniac and stand right where the bloodstain is at
Hopin' you come back, nigga that
I'm the poster child of
I'ma keep swingin' my axe nuthin's left
I ain't havin' so fuck you bitch
Tell your friends I'ma hater and I'm shit

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

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

Hoe ass hoes, we stomp hoes
How the fuck you gonna step to Carnival juggalos?
Creators of the wicked, breeders
No little bitch faggots blonde
So anytime you see me in
You get a Faygo in your ass, and your full of dick
You can your muthafuckin' TRL
I stay with my army in the underground and stay
And burn 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 get chopped off, and slit
Bout to take it way talkin' shit

Hatchet don't count, hatchet included
goddamn well we the champs undisputed
We don't need 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
It's out your mouth, but you like that
And **** to warn ya
And there you are receiving the dick in
While you gettin' fucked on the West
I'm at home Kim ****
Fuck all you faggot ass sell out
And anybody denying the juggalos
Come to the and get bit
Tell your I'ma hater and I'm talkin' helly shit!