Talking Shit

(album: Brutality Part 1 - 2003)

Temar, yeah, Slobber tits shit check it, it's all about Joe's Grill, it's all about
Slobber's mom
Satan, shout out to my peep, shout out to my boy Satan. (Hi Mephisto), check it
Pieces of shit, where's the Kid Joe?, You fucking bastards. Where's Joey? We do it like this for Temar

You on some Rifka shit while I rock raps like Velvo
It's Celtic Temar's tits belts banging the ground over the belt
My Russian sluts love me, my King's Highway cunts
Sit down and devour my Jewish cum all at once
Saliva, AIDS, my condomless cock was made
For groupies in cinnamon bun twats like Gia Prop
Nike's and Rocawear shorts, a Sean John shirt
Bandana head band linked ready to flirt
Like Georgetown Tovah, we keep it gully
Like Tasia bending over, she'll end up in a coma
My guns shoot, like Mr. Midget's custom made boots
One's bigger than the other duke
There's nothing like the Kid Joe in your crib ready to take a shit
He'll shit on your floor and won't acknowledge what he did (Ronnie!)
3 years in the hole, God gave a woman a hole
So she could stuff it with a pole!
Shout out to Ming upstate it's all about $40 meals
And prog flicks from Yako it's wholesale deals
We're like Reno with the bubblegoose
King Diamond shirt, cocaine pouch and Mad Juice
What happened to Ilya, kid, you female dogs
Smell my asshole it stinks like a morgue!
Chicken can soup and Goza, shrimp tempura
Has the aura to make you spend more than you can afford ta
Miso soup, me so horny
Green teeth $5 delivery for me!
We hate fucking cops, you're a disgrace
Like Ming Corp sucking cock, and he's a waste!
I rep it like Tony's karate flick collection
Amazing like Aaron Cohen's hairdo it's destined
Uncle Howie's apartment stunk like shit
During the filming of I Need Drugs you would have puked kid!
His drawers fulla roaches smelling like excretion
A crack hotel and Mordecai you can't beat it
Did I forget to mention Pearl's tits?
They're like Larry Gordon's schemen, they're almost perfect
Them shits drip down to the hips, stretch marks and milk
Blubber, guilt, low self esteem, some suicide shit
You trapped in your crib like Mucia, dodging bullets
Your son's in Belleview pawn you see you better pull it
Some repeat shit my slobber slang got me walking the streets
Like I'm Zeke booger changing cause life is deep
It's all about the Kid Joe's life
Eyebrows connecting, large tits and his fat fucking wife!

Yeah I'm talking shit, yeah I'm talking shit, kid I'm talking shit, that's what I'm doing I'm talking shit!
I'm talkin shit, yo I'm talking shit, this whole rap, is me
Talking fucking shit!
Yo I'm talking shit, kid I'm talking shit, kid I'm talking
Shit, hey I'm talking shit
I'll talk shit about you and your whole crew, kid I'm talking shit, now eat my doo-doo!
Kid I'm talkin shit, yeah I'm talking shit!
Hahahahahahahahahahaha! I'm talking shit, yes I'm talking shit, I'm talking shit!
Hahahahahahahahahaha! I'm talking shit, kid we're talking shit, we're talking shit
You will eat my fucking shit, you will eat my shit. shshshshshshshshit!
Eat my
Shit hahahahahaha! Eat my shit ehehehehehehe! Eat my shit, eat my shit
Please eat my shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit, you eat my shit, eat my shit! You will eat shit, bitch-ass motherfuckers I shit on you! New compositions, all freestyles. DIE!