Mystikal Mr. Shit Talker Lyrics

Diaherrea mouth m____fucka,
Talk s___ constantly,
Talk so much s___....wipe my mouth with toilet paper...

[First Verse:]

WHO DAT?
Think they talkin' more s___ than Mr. s___ Talker?
Run around, disgustin' m____fuckas make me get Foghorn,
Don't make me pick your a__ 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___in' 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,
s___ you get flipped from this MACHINE GUN MOUTH n____,
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. s___ Talker
You f___ with the old,
And all of a sudden what make you think you can f___ with the new s___?
That's, Mr. s___ Talker....
FOUL MOUTH SON OF A b____!!!!!!!
MISTER!!!! Mr. s___ Talker
You f___ with the old,
And all of a sudden what make you think you can f___ with the new s___?
That's, Mr. s___ Talker....
FOUL MOUTH SON OF A b____!!!!!!!

[Second Verse:]

I fly past ya like you're movin' backwards,
You f___in' good for nothin', no talent, non-rappin' b______!
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____es til' I see the platinum,
And I bet it make you mad, ha?
Well brace your f___in' self cuz it's about to be some s___ 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 f___ that is, is what they askin'?

[Chorus]

[Third Verse:]

I talk more s___ than a LIL' BIT!!!
Makin' it rough enough, y'all can sure feel it,
n____ be fussin' that b____ be feelin' faint,
Just like a cheerleader I'm bout to (go, go) TO THE BANK!!!
And watch, the baddest n____s even gonna shrink,
Keep them b____es out my d___ed face like my breath stank,
Starin' at n____s like wet paint,
You done ran out of gas that's why your s___ 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___in' rushin', cuz I'm perfected to the percussion,
Start to finish chorus to the verse,
Bout to fight you n____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 s___ TALKER!!!!!

[Chorus 2x]