Talking sh*t lyrics

Temar, yeah, Slobber tits sh*t, check it, it's the big tits Slobber sh*t, 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 sh*t, where's the Kid Joe? You f*ckin' bast*rds, where's Joey? We do it like this for Temar

(Necro)
You on some Rifka sh*t while I rock raps like Velvo
It's Celtic Temar's tits belts bangin' the ground over the belt
My Russian sl*ts love me, my King's Highway c*nts
Sit down and devour my Jewish c*m all at once
Saliva, AIDS, my condomless c*ck was made
For groupies and 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 bendin' 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 nothin' like the Kid Joe in your crib ready to take a sh*t
He'll sh*t 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 Leno with the Bubblegoose
King Diamond shirt, cocaine pouch and Mad Juice
What happened to Ilya, kid, you female dogs
Smell my as*h*le it stinks like a morgue
Chicken cat soup and Goza, shrimp tempura
Had the aura to make you spend more than you can afford ta
Miso soup, me so horny
Green tea, $5 delivery for me
We hate f*ckin' cops, you're a disgrace
Like Ming Corp suckin' c*ck, 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 sh*t
During the filming of "I Need Drugs" he would have puked, kid
His drawers fulla roaches smellin' 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 sh*ts drip down to the hips, stretch marks and milk
Blubber, guilt, low self-esteem, some suicide sh*t
You trapped in your crib like Mucia, dodgin' bullets
Your son's in Belleview poor, Eugene, you better pull it
Some repeat sh*t, my slobber slang got me walkin' the streets
Like I'm Zeke, booger changin' cuz life is deep
It's all about the Kid Joe's life
Eyebrows connecting, large tits and his fat f*ckin' wife
[Outro]:
Yeah, I'm talkin' sh*t, yeah I'm talkin' sh*t, kid I'm talkin' sh*t, that's what I'm doin', I'm talkin' sh*t
I'm talkin sh*t, yo, I'm talkin' sh*t, this whole rap, is me
Talkin' f*ckin' sh*t
Yo, I'm talkin' sh*t, kid, I'm talkin' sh*t, kid, I'm talkin'
sh*t, hey I'm talkin' sh*t
I'll talk sh*t about you and your whole crew, kid, I'm talkin' sh*t, now eat my doo-doo!
Kid, I'm talkin sh*t, yeah, I'm talkin' sh*t!
Hahahahahahahahahahaha! I'm talkin' sh*t, yes, I'm talkin' sh*t, I'm talkin' sh*t!
Hahahahahahahahahaha! I'm talkin' sh*t, kid we're talkin' sh*t, we're talkin' sh*t
You will eat my f*ckin' sh*t, you will eat my sh*t
Shshshshshshshsh*t!
Eat my
sh*t hahahahahaha! Eat my sh*t ehehehehehehe! Eat my sh*t, eat my sh*t
Please eat my sh*t sh*t sh*t sh*t sh*t sh*t sh*t sh*t sh*t sh*t, you eat my sh*t, eat my sh*t! You will eat sh*t, b*tch-ass motherf*ckers, I sh*t on you! New compositions, all freestyles. DIE!