Shittalkaz

(album: Blaze Ya Dead Homie - 2000)

[Jamie Madrox talking]
Yo this is serious shit right here
Me and my boys, we don't fuck around
You know what I'm sayin'?
So if you diss me, my mutha fucking people, or the niggas I roll with
You know what?
Y'all done fucked up
Here go the shittalking

[Monoxide Child]
You's a bitch ass hoe
What you really know about killas for real though?
Staining my freek show, gang of lunatics
We the rebels for the dead
Fucking with us you'll lose your mutha fucking head
And now ya talking to your bitch ass hoes even a little
Rather beat ya to shit, and pull the plug at the hospital
Calling me this, calling me that
Cause you's a bitch ass 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
Hoping you come back, nigga fuck that
I'm the poster child of death
I'ma keep swinging my axe till nuthin's left
I ain't having that so fuck you bitch
Tell your friends I'ma hater and I'm talking shit

[Blaze Ya Dead Homie]
Man I don't give a fuck how many records you sell
Stories you tell, nigga check yourself
And fuck that bitch that you're with too
When the shit go down, where the fuck your crew?
Probably at home bumping someone else
When the shit went down they told you fuck yourself
Now you crying inside little thug still fronting
Thinking to yourself why the fuck you say something
Too many niggas wanna beat me up
Steal my shit, slap my bitch
I'm like fuck this
Now you know what it's like
To deal with real killas that don't play, everyday
Knocking suckas out the box, who wanna get some?
Seven video channels for my victims
I ain't having that fuck you bitch
Tell your friends I'ma hater and I'm talking shit

[Jamie Madrox]
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 fucking with?
We keep this shit like a track meet, we be running it
With the hatchet on the back
While other bitches sucking sour tits for air time and similac
We say fuck 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 fucked up
So fuck your set, and fuck your crew
And fuck every mutha fucka around that down with you
And you ain't putting nothin on the map
Except for all this bullshit commercialized mainstream rap
And I ain't having that fuck you bitch
Tell your friends I'ma hater and I'm talking shit

[Shaggy 2 Dope]
Hoe ass hoes, we stomp those hoes
How the fuck 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 ass, and a jaw full of dick
You can keep your muthafucking 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 couldnt pay me
We stay on the dark side of the carnival grounds
Twiztid, Blaze and two wicked clowns
Heads are finna get chopped off, and slit
Bout to take it way beyond talking shit

[Violent J]
Hatchet don't count, hatchet ain't included
Knowing goddamn well we the champs undisputed
We don't need your radios and MTV
Selling million, saying what the fuck we please
[?] who's coat you riding on?
You gotta lick balls, and write him a song
You got his dick buried so far up your ass
It's hanging out your mouth, but you like that
And [?] tried to warn ya
And there you are receiving the dick in California
While you getting fucked on the West coast
I'm at home fucking Kim [?]
Fuck all you faggot ass sell out hoes
And fuck anybody denying the juggalos
Come to the underground and get bit
Tell your boys I'ma hater and I'm talking helly shit