sh*ttalkaz lyrics

[Intro: Jamie Madrox]
Yo this is serious sh*t right here
Me and my boys, we don't f*ck around, you know what I'm sayin'?
So if you diss me, my motherf*ckin' people, or the n*ggas I roll with
You know what? Y'all done f*cked up
Here go the sh*ttalkin'

[Verse 1: Monoxide & Jamie Madrox]
You's a b*tch ass ho (Yup!)
What you really know about killas for real though? (Nothin')
Stainin' my freek show, gang of lunatics
We the rebels for the dead (Uh-huh)
f*ckin' with us you'll lose your motherf*ckin' head (b*tch boy!)
And now ya talkin' to your b*tch ass hoes even a little
Rather beat ya to sh*t, and pull the plug at the hospital (b*tch ass n*gga!)
Callin' me this, callin' me that
Cause you's a b*tch ass n*gga from the jump I wanna slap (That's right!)
With the old school beatdown, ten on one
I don't remember no fair fights where I'm from (Look at your eyes!)
Maniac and I'ma stand right where the bloodstain is at
Hopin' you come back, (Yup!) n*gga f*ck that
I'm the poster child of death (That's right, b*tch!)
I'ma keep swingin' my axe till nothing's left
I ain't havin' that, so f*ck you b*tch
Tell your friends I'm a hater and I'm talkin' sh*t!
[Verse 2: Blaze Ya Dead Homie & Jamie Madrox]
Man I don't give a f*ck how many records you sell
Stories you tell, (b*tch!) n*gga, check yourself
And f*ck that b*tch that you're with too
When the sh*t go down, where the f*ck your crew? (Home)
Probably at home bumpin' someone else
So when the sh*t went down, they told you "f*ck yourself!"
Now you cryin' inside little thug still frontin' (b*tch!)
Thinkin' to yourself why the f*ck you say something (Cuz you a hoe!)
Too many n*ggas wanna beat me up
Steal my sh*t, slap my b*tch, I'm like "f*ck this!" (Still a b*tch!)
Now you know what it's like
To deal with real killas that don't play (A juggalo!), everyday
Knockin' suckers out the box, who wanna get some? (Come on, n*gga!)
Seven video channels for my victims (Man...)
I ain't havin' that f*ck you b*tch
Tell your friends I'm a hater and I'm talkin' sh*t

[Verse 3: Jamie Madrox & Monoxide]
We the things that go bump in the night (Night)
We ain't got no love for you, you need to get some sh*t right (What?)
b*tch who you think you're f*ckin' with?
We keep this sh*t like a track meet, we be runnin' it
With the hatchet on the back
While other b*tches suckin' sour tits for airtime and similac (You's a b*tch!)
We say f*ck that, matter of fact
You tainted our style b*tch boy we want our sh*t back (The axe!)
Don't get your head cracked you ain't tough
And all them skills don't mean sh*t when you get f*cked up (Yeah!)
So f*ck your set, and f*ck your crew
And f*ck every motherf*cker around and down with you
And you ain't puttin' nothin' on the map
Except for all this bullsh*t commercialized mainstream rap (You still a b*tch!)
And I ain't havin' that f*ck you b*tch
Tell your friends I'm a hater and I'm talkin' sh*t
[Verse 4: Shaggy 2 Dope]
Ho ass hoes (Trick!), we stomp out hoes (b*tch!)
How the f*ck you gonna step to Dark Carnival Juggalos?
Creators of the wicked (Ha ha ha!), night breeders (Whoo!)
No little b*tch faggots with blonde caesars
So next time you see me in public (What?)
You get a Faygo in your ass, and a jaw full of di*k
You can keep your motherf*ckin' 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, b*tch you couldn't pay me (Nah!)
We stay on the dark side of the carnival grounds
Twiztid, Blaze and two wicked clowns (Whoop whoop!)
Heads are finna get chopped off, and slit
'Bout to take it way beyond talkin' sh*t

[Verse 5: Violent J]
Hatchet don't count, hatchet ain't included
Knowin' goddamn well we the champs, undisputed (Ay, ay!)
We don't need your radios and MTVs
Sellin' million (What?), sayin' what the f*ck we please
[?] who's coat you ridin' on?
You gotta lick **** balls, and write him a song
You got his di*k buried so far up your ass
It's hangin' out your mouth, but you like that (Uh-huh)
And **** tried to warn ya
And there you are receiving the di*k in California (Always)
While you gettin' f*cked on the West coast
I'm at home f*ckin' Kim ****
f*ck all you faggot-ass sell out hoes
And f*ck anybody denyin' Juggalos
Come to the underground and get bit (What)
Tell your boys I'm a hater and I'm talkin' helly sh*t!