Shit Talker

Lyrics

What the fuck I gotta do to get noticed man?
 Start dissin' people? (Yeah, yo, yeah.)
 The way I rap's a fucking crime of spitting felonies
 White devil, tripping, spitting watermelon seeds
 The fuck I gotta do to get noticed?
 Start, I got to get shot [?]
 Maybe I should start, uh, dissing a bunch of famous rappers?
 And umm...
 I'm trying to tell my mom "please don't worry"
 While I paint my face like a baseball fury
 I was a California killer
 But now I'm stuck in Canada so I'm a foreign thriller
 So shut the fuck up
 Shut your Venus fly trap
 Sit back, relax, and listen to the meanest guy rap
 I'm a bit awkward
 Your boy back I'm a mother fucking shit talker
 And please don't pay attention to my Tweets
 All this social networking is giving me the creeps
 I get a bunch of fucking messages from creeps
 Half of them are geeks
 The other half are freaks
 I gotta f- a faulty alter ego
 My personalities are multiple assaulting people
 Yeah...
 Fuck a
 I'm a mother. Fucking. Shit. Talker
 My personalities are multiple assaulting people
 I got followers to follow like a cult that's evil
 Fuck an upside-down cross
 Fuck a swastika
 I'm killin' it for massive pica down to Costa Rica
 I still got pep in my step call me paprika
 Old school, cocky
 Watching hockey while I rock a beeper
 I got a problem with the goblin
 If he's an albacore
 Cosmic Lord
 Sitting on the toilet reading Rob Report
 I'm an angel stained
 Raise hell and drive angry
 I'll make a rapper fall off like he got gangrene
 Little gold horns
 Pitchfork, and a demon's tail
 Pumping semen in a screaming girl
 Like she's a fiend in jail
 Once I got her I don't need her
 I'm a monster
 So I'm drinking Monster like it's water by the liter
 I'm yelling "Fuck everyone! " in my pink boxers
 I'm still a fucking little cocky shit talker
 Okay
 Stupid dufus spitting mucus
 Blabbering buffoon
 Target marketing
 I'm spitting arsenic at this baboon
 I'll burn a rapper like an arsonist
 I'll scarf him up then barf him up like he's a par-s-nip
 AK-47s with extra cartridges
 My family keep rolling deep like we're the Partridges
 Yeah, Baby Rocky cracking ribs of carcasses
 Cows. Wow. Ain't nobody harsh as this
 My shit stick to your head like a thumbtack
 Scum bag
 Use my girl's shirt as a cum rag
 I got my girl open like a wide receiver
 Slap it like a beaver tail
 White and Asian jungle fever
 Yeah, Green eyed white devil
 I got a problem with authority at every level
 Now that I am back, trust me I will never settle
 Down
 I'm so underground they had to use a shovel
 

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Duration
03:32
Key
1
Tempo
80 BPM

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