Mystikal - Mr. Shittalker lyrics

Diaherrea mouth muthafucka
Talk shit constantly
Talk so much shitwipe my
Mouth with toilet paper

WHO DAT? Think they talkin' more shit
Than Mr shit Talker? Run around
Disgustin' muthafuckas make me get Foghorn
Don't make me pick your ass
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
Fuckin' 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 shepherds when they BARKIN'
Spin the bin, it
Will make heads split when they hear them
Shit you get flipped from this
Machine gun mouth nigga
My rhymin' skills be dirty if I wash'em
I keep pepper on my tongue
So approach me with CAUTION!

That's MISTER! Mr shit Talker
You fuck with the old
And all of a sudden what make you think
You can fuck with the new shit?
That's, Mr shit Talker
FOUL MOUTH SON OF A bitch!!
MISTER! Mr shit Talker you fuck with the old
And all of a sudden what make you think
You can fuck with the new shit?
That's, Mr shit Talker
FOUL MOUTH SON OF A bitch!!

I fly past ya like you're movin' backwards
You fuckin' good for nothin', no talent
Non rappin' bastard!
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
Bitches til' I see the platinum
And I bet it make you mad, ha?
Well brace your fuckin' self cuz it's
About to be some shit 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 album and I'm still smashin'
BLASTIN'
Who the fuck that is, is what they askin'?

I talk more shit than a LIL' BIT!
Makin' it rough enough
Y'all can sure feel it
Nigga be fussin' that bitch be feelin' faint
Just like a cheerleader I'm bout to
(go, go) TO THE BANK! And watch
The baddest niggas even gonna shrink
Keep them bitches out my damned
Face like my breath stank
Starin' at niggas like wet paint
You done ran out of gas that's
Why your shit 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 fuckin' rushin'
Cuz I'm perfected to the percussion
Start to finish chorus to the verse
Bout to fight you niggas 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 SHIT TALKER!