Shittalkaz Lyrics
The song Shittalkaz is performed by Insane Clown Posse .
Yo this is serious shit right here
Me and my boys, we don't f**k around
You know what I'm sayin'?
So if you diss me
My muthaf**kin' people, or the niggas I roll with
You know what?
Y'all done f**ked up
Here go the shittalkin'
You's a bitch a*s hoe
What you really know about killas for real though?
Stainin' my freek show, gang of lunatics
We the rebels for the dead
f**kin' with us you lose your muthaf**kin' head
And ya talkin' to your bitch a*s hoes even a little
Rather beat ya to shit, and pull the plug at the hospital
Callin' me this, callin' me that
Cause you's a bitch a*s nigga from the jump I wanna slap
With the old school beat down, 10 on 1
I don't remember no fair fights where I'm from
Maniac and I'ma stand right where the bloodstain is at
Hopin' you come back, nigga f**k that
I'm the poster child of death
I'ma keep swingin' my axe till nuthin's left
I ain't havin' that so f**k you bitch
Tell your friends I'ma hater and I'm talkin' shit
Man I don't give a f**k how many records you sell
Stories you tell, nigga check yourself
And f**k that bitch that you're with too
When the shit go down, where the f**k your crew?
Probably at home bumpin' someone else
When the shit went down they told you f**k yourself
Now you cryin' inside little thug still frontin'
Thinkin' to yourself why the f**k you say something
Too many niggas wanna beat me up
Steal my shit, slap my bitch
I'm like f**k this
Now you know what it's like
To deal with real killas that don't play, everyday
Knockin' s*ckas out the box, who wanna get some?
Seven video channels for my victims
I ain't havin' that f**k you bitch
Tell your friends I'ma hater and I'm talkin' shit
We the things that go bump in the night
We ain't got no love for you, you need to get some shit right
Bitch who you think you're f**kin' with?
We keep this shit like a track meet, we be runnin' it
With the hatchet on the back
While other bitches s*ckin' sour tits for air time and similac
We say f**k that, matter of fact
You tainted our style bitch boy we want our shit back
Don't get your head cracked you ain't tough
And all them skills don't mean shit when you get f**ked up
So f**k your set, and f**k your crew
And f**k every muthaf**ka around and down with you
And you ain't puttin' nothin on the map
Except for all this bullshit commercialized mainstream rap
And I ain't havin' that f**k you bitch
Tell your friends I'ma hater and I'm talkin' shit
Hoe a*s hoes, we stomp those hoes
How the f**k you gonna step to Dark Carnival juggalos?
Creators of the wicked, night breeders
No little bitch faggots with blonde
So anytime you see me in public
You get a Faygo in your a*s, and your jaws full of d**k
You can keep your muthaf**kin' TRL
I stay with my army in the underground and stay real
And burn down your little TV set
String Carson up with razor wire wrapped around his neck
Cause that's how we do all day
Cross to the other side bitch you're gonna pay
We stay on the dark side of the carnival grounds
Twiztid, Blaze, and 2 wicked clowns
Heads are finna get chopped off, and slit
Bout to take it way beyond talkin' shit
Hatchet don't count, hatchet ain't included
Knowin' goddamn well we the champs undisputed
We don't need your radios and MTV
Sellin' million, sayin' what the f**k we please
**** who's coat you ridin' on?
You gotta lick balls, and write him a song
You got his d**k buried so far up your a*s
It's hangin' out your mouth, but you like that
And **** tried to warn ya
And there you are receiving the d**k in California
While you gettin' f**ked on the West coast
I'm at home f**kin' Kim ****
f**k all you faggot a*s sell out hoes
And f**k anybody denying the juggalos
Come to the underground and get bit
Tell your boys I'ma hater and I'm talkin' helly shit!
Shittalkaz