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Текст (слова) песни: Mystikal - Mr. Shittalker

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

[First Verse:]

WHO DAT?
Think they talkin` more shit than Mr. Shit Talker?
Run around, disgustin` muthafuckas make me get Foghorn,
Don`t make me pick your ass apart like a vulture,
Next thing you know I be preparin` these rhymes for you like sculptures
I thought the last seven would have taught`cha,
I`m known for remarkable feats with my points in the tape recorder,
Mystikal into MC Mad Slaughter,
Standin` and I dropped a couple of rhymes and they dropped the charges,
I ran `em by deep margins,
How dare you try to compare a fuckin` private to a FIRST SERGEANT?
I come with more rounds than a hundred soldiers when they marchin`,
I make more noise than a yard of German shepards when they BARKIN`,
Spin the bin, it, will make heads split when they hear them,
Shit you get flipped from this MACHINE GUN MOUTH NIGGA,
My rhymin` skills be dirty if I wash`em,
I keep pepper on my tongue so approach me with CAUTION!!!!

[Chorus:]

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

[Second Verse:]

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

[Chorus]

[Third Verse:]

I talk more shit than a LIL` BIT!!!
Makin` it rough enough, y`all can sure feel it,
Nigga be fussin` that bitch be feelin` faint,
Just like a cheerleader I`m bout to (go, go) TO THE BANK!!!
And watch, the baddest niggas even gonna shrink,
Keep them bitches out my damned face like my breath stank,
Starin` at niggas like wet paint,
You done ran out of gas that`s why your shit don`t wanna drank,
You hit the charts but you can`t stay up,
You want a contract, but you don`t weigh up,
Mic-clutchin`, rhyme bustin`,
Ain`t no fuckin` rushin`, cuz I`m perfected to the percussion,
Start to finish chorus to the verse,
Bout to fight you niggas with FIRE so prepare yourself for the WORST!
If I tell you to take precaution then you oughtta,
You ain`t heard it til` you heard it from MISTER SHIT TALKER!!!!!

[Chorus 2x]

 

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