Luyện nghe bài hát Mr. Shittalker

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

[First

WHO
they talkin' more shit than Mr. Shit Talker?
Run around, disgustin' make me get vulgar,
make me pick your ass apart like a vulture,
Next thing you know I be preparin' these for you like sculptures
I thought the last seven have taught'cha,
I'm known for feats with my points in the tape recorder,
Mystikal MC Mad Slaughter,
Standin' and I dropped a couple of and they dropped the charges,
I ran 'em by margins,
How dare you try to compare a fuckin' private to a FIRST
I come with more rounds than a hundred soldiers when marchin',
I make more noise a yard of German shepards when they BARKIN',
Spin the bin, it, will make heads split when they them,
Shit you get from this MACHINE GUN MOUTH NIGGA,
My rhymin' be dirty if I wash'em,
I keep pepper on my tongue so 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 with the old,
And all of a sudden what make you think you can fuck the new shit?
That's, Mr. Talker....
FOUL SON OF A BITCH!!!!!!!

Verse:]

I fly past ya you're movin' backwards,
You fuckin' good for nothin', no talent, bastard!
I can tell you breath, like asthma,
I can see clean ya like CASPER!!!
Done went from to spectacular
Refuse me then I'm at you bitches til' I see the platinum,
And I bet it you mad, ha?
Well brace fuckin' self cuz it's about to be some shit now,
Bet'cha make a foot a part of ya,
Since you tryin' to kick some dust up, got to make it for ya,
ya down like you drinkin' booze,
Started workin' in the studio all night LIKE IT'S THE TO DO!!!
act to main attraction,
Therefore disrespect is not allowed no or no FASHION!
my album and I'm still smashin', BLASTIN',
Who the fuck that is, is what they

[Third

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

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