Paroles de la chanson musique lyrics texte Mr. Shit Talker Lyrics

Mystikal - Mr. Shit Talker Songtext 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,
Dont 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 taughtcha,
Im 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 washem,
I keep pepper on my tongue so approach me with CAUTION!

[Chorus]

Thats 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?
Thats, 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?
Thats, Mr. Shit Talker...
FOUL MOUTH SON OF A BITCH!

Second Verse:

I fly past ya like youre 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 Im swingin at you bitches til I see the platinum,
And I bet it make you mad, ha?
Well brace your fuckin self cuz its about to be some shit now,
Betcha Ima 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 ITS THE THING TO DO!
Opening act to main attraction,
Therefore disrespect is not allowed no form or no FASHION!
Sell my album and Im 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, yall can sure feel it,
Nigga be fussin that bitch be feelin faint,
Just like a cheerleader Im 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 thats why your shit dont wanna drank,
You hit the charts but you cant stay up,
You want a contract, but you dont weigh up,
Mic-clutchin, rhyme bustin,
Aint no fuckin rushin, cuz Im 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 aint heard it til you heard it from MISTER SHIT TALKER!

[Chorus: 2x]