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mystikal - mr.shittalker(dangerous ground soundtrack) lyrics

diaherrea mouth m-th-f-cka,
talk sh-t constantly,
talk so much sh-t….wipe my mouth with toilet paper…

first verse:

who dat?
think they talkin’ more sh-t than mr. sh-t talker?
run around, disgustin’ m-th-f-ckas make me get fogh-rn,
don’t make me pick your -ss apart like a vulture,
next thing you know i be preparin’ these rhymes for you like sculptures
i thought the last seven would have taught’cha,
i’m known for remarkable feats with my points in the tape recorder,
mystikal into mc mad slaughter,
standin’ and i dropped a couple of rhymes and they dropped the charges,
i ran ’em by deep margins,
how dare you try to compare a f-ckin’ private to a first sergeant?
i come with more rounds than a hundred soldiers when they marchin’,
i make more noise than a yard of german shepards when they barkin’,
spin the bin, it, will make heads split when they hear them,
sh-t you get flipped from this machine gun mouth n-gg-,
my rhymin’ skills be dirty if i wash’em,
i keep pepper on my tongue so approach me with caution!!!!

chorus:

that’s mister!!!! mr. sh-t talker
you f-ck with the old,
and all of a sudden what make you think you can f-ck with the new sh-t?
that’s, mr. sh-t talker….
foul mouth son of a b-tch!!!!!!!
mister!!!! mr. sh-t talker
you f-ck with the old,
and all of a sudden what make you think you can f-ck with the new sh-t?
that’s, mr. sh-t talker….
foul mouth son of a b-tch!!!!!!!

second verse:

i fly past ya like you’re movin’ backwards,
you f-ckin’ good for nothin’, no talent, non-rappin’ b-st-rd!
i can tell you outta breath, like asthma,
i can see clean through ya like casper!!!
done went from ordinary to spectacular
refuse me then i’m swingin’ at you b-tches til’ i see the platinum,
and i bet it make you mad, ha?
well brace your f-ckin’ self cuz it’s about to be some sh-t now,
bet’cha i’ma make a foot a part of ya,
since you tryin’ to kick some dust up, got to make it hard for ya,
slow ya down like you drinkin’ booze,
started workin’ in the studio all night like it’s the thing to do!!!
opening act to main attraction,
therefore disrespect is not allowed no form or no fashion!
sell my alb-m and i’m still smashin’, blastin’,
who the f-ck that is, is what they askin’?

chorus

third verse:

i talk more sh-t than a lil’ bit!!!
makin’ it rough enough, y’all can sure feel it,
n-gg- be fussin’ that b-tch be feelin’ faint,
just like a cheerleader i’m bout to (go, go) to the bank!!!
and watch, the baddest n-gg-s even gonna shrink,
keep them b-tches out my d-mned face like my breath stank,
starin’ at n-gg-s like wet paint,
you done ran out of gas that’s why your sh-t don’t wanna drank,
you hit the charts but you can’t stay up,
you want a contract, but you don’t weigh up,
mic-clutchin’, rhyme bustin’,
ain’t no f-ckin’ rushin’, cuz i’m perfected to the percussion,
start to finish chorus to the verse,
bout to fight you n-gg-s with fire so prepare yourself for the worst!
if i tell you to take precaution then you oughtta,
you ain’t heard it til’ you heard it from mister sh-t talker!!!!!

chorus (2x)

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