Canibus, JAXIMUS, X-FLAME - Shit Talkers lyrics

5 AM, 7 mile run, too slow, do it again
Barefoot to the bloody end the Shit Talker
Breathe steady long distance jogger
B2 bomber, E6 Mercury fast walker
The microphone stalker Hamurabi apostle
I shoot 99 bottles of beer
With my eyes closed
Johnny Walker Blue Label on a
Blood stained pool table
I made you - I'll buss a
Hole thru ya' raisin bagel
The modern day cain and abel
With names that are interchangeable
And talkin' shit's what I came to do
Every word is worth 10 in return
With unlimited burn
I probably fit 10 men in one Urn, Word?
Jaximus! In Jax we trust
I need a extra ruck to
Carry my big elephant nuts
And a 5 ton truck to pull me out if I'm stuck
Plus, a construction crane -
If that ain't enough so get ya' weight up

Direct ET contact my rap style is the archon
Test for your reptilian complex
I’m reptile from mortal kombat
There is no contest
You just get a casket quick
From the alien acid spit
I’m your karma’s comet
Fuck your planet i’m Shao Kahn'ing it
Destroying your spiritual monument with
Your own accomplishments
Using demonic common sense to
Convince your psychic defense
To take the offensive then forget the event
On some paranormal abduction shit
Hatman salute the cam
Leaving the devil’s imprint for a hint
To any person of interest
I was heaven sent as the seven sins
Since a infant I had the sixth
Sense to bedevil mics with sickness
No Will Smith but I’m one
Hell of a Fresh Prince
Without me the MIB will go out of business
Everybody is all seeing until
We illuminate the witness
Underground Zmay Brača, X-Flame and Canibus
Slušaj bitch
The realest killers praise me as the
Illest from Syria to Los Angeles
اسمي ما انعرف على افى ضهر دس

Then I'ma sink to the bottom of
The trough with a growl
My favorite song, my shit talkin' style
Make you wrap ya mouth around my 50cal
After lettin' off 100 rounds
Nigga how ya' like me now?
Way maker miracle worker
Barbarian b-boy bezerker
Love a pretty bitch in a Burkha
Yeah no chick peas, but give
Me more chicks please
They want some of this high speed dick meat
Donkeys protect the herd
Stomping coyotes out
Yessir, them suckers gon get
What they deserve what's that? I smell a rat
In my pumpkin patch
I rip his spine out of his
Back with his lungs attached
This is underground rap
You want more fun facts?
Fly like a butterfly sting like a
Bumblebee when I mumble rap
Hunchback murder hornets with poisonous
Stingers the size of
A sausage Twisting like a tornados on target
Thumbtacks staple gun thunderclaps thru the
Soft skin of ya armpit's
Hands up, let you off with a warning
Yeah, I don't think he'll be coming back
But where's the fun in that?
I'ma shit talker, so i just wanna rap

My favorite song