Luyện nghe bài hát Mr. Shittalker

Diaherrea muthafucka,
shit constantly,
Talk so much shit....wipe my mouth toilet paper...

Verse:]

WHO
Think they talkin' more shit than Mr. Talker?
Run around, muthafuckas make me get vulgar,
Don't make me pick your ass like a vulture,
Next thing you know I be these rhymes for you like sculptures
I thought the last seven would taught'cha,
I'm known for feats with my points in the tape recorder,
into MC Mad Slaughter,
Standin' and I dropped a couple of rhymes and they the charges,
I ran 'em by margins,
How dare you try to compare a private to a FIRST SERGEANT?
I come with more than a hundred soldiers when they marchin',
I make more noise than a yard of German shepards they BARKIN',
Spin the bin, it, will make split when they hear them,
Shit you get flipped this MACHINE GUN MOUTH NIGGA,
My rhymin' be dirty if I wash'em,
I pepper on my tongue so approach me with CAUTION!!!!

That's MISTER!!!! Mr. Shit
You with the old,
And all of a sudden what you think you can fuck with the new shit?
That's, Mr. Talker....
FOUL SON OF A BITCH!!!!!!!
MISTER!!!! Mr. Talker
You fuck the old,
And all of a what make you think you can fuck with the new shit?
That's, Mr. Talker....
FOUL SON OF A BITCH!!!!!!!

Verse:]

I fly ya like you're movin' backwards,
You fuckin' for nothin', no talent, non-rappin' bastard!
I can you outta breath, like asthma,
I can see clean ya like CASPER!!!
Done went ordinary to spectacular
Refuse me then I'm swingin' at you til' I see the platinum,
And I bet it you mad, ha?
Well brace your fuckin' self cuz it's to be some shit now,
I'ma make a foot a part of ya,
Since you tryin' to kick some up, got to make it hard for ya,
Slow ya down you drinkin' booze,
Started workin' in the studio all night IT'S THE THING TO DO!!!
Opening act to attraction,
Therefore is not allowed no form or no FASHION!
Sell my and I'm still smashin', BLASTIN',
Who the that is, is what they askin'?

[Third

I talk more shit than a BIT!!!
it rough enough, y'all can sure feel it,
Nigga be fussin' that be feelin' faint,
Just like a cheerleader I'm to (go, go) TO THE BANK!!!
And watch, the baddest niggas gonna shrink,
them bitches out my damned face like my breath stank,
Starin' at like wet paint,
You ran out of gas that's why your shit don't wanna drank,
You hit the but you can't stay up,
You want a contract, but you weigh up,
Mic-clutchin', bustin',
Ain't no rushin', cuz I'm perfected to the percussion,
to finish chorus to the verse,
Bout to you niggas with FIRE so prepare yourself for the WORST!
If I tell you to precaution then you oughtta,
You ain't heard it til' you it from MISTER SHIT TALKER!!!!!

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