Insane Clown Posse - sh**talkaz lyrics

(Jamie Madrox talking) Yo this is serious sh** right here Me and my boys, we don't f** around You know what I'm sayin'? So if you diss me, my mutha f**in' people, or the n***as I roll with You know what? Y'all done f**ed up Here go the sh**talkin' (Monoxide Child) You's a b**h a** ho What you really know about k**as for real though? Stainin' my freek show, gang of lunatics We the rebels for the dead f**in' with us you'll lose your mutha f**in' head And now ya talkin' to your b**h a** hoes even a little Rather beat ya to sh**, and pull the plug at the hospital Callin' me this, callin' me that Cause you's a b**h a** n***a from the jump I wanna slap With the old school beat down, 10 on 1 I don't remember no fair fights where I'm from Maniac and I'ma stand right where the bloodstain is at Hopin' you come back, n***a f** that I'm the poster child of d**h I'ma keep swingin' my axe till nuthin's left I ain't havin' that so f** you b**h Tell your friends I'ma hater and I'm talkin' sh** (Blaze Ya Dead Homie) Man I don't give a f** how many records you sell Stories you tell, n***a check yourself And f** that b**h that you're with too When the sh** go down, where the f** your crew? Probably at home bumpin' someone else When the sh** went down they told you f** yourself Now you cryin' inside little thug still frontin' Thinkin' to yourself why the f** you say something Too many n***as wanna beat me up Steal my sh**, slap my b**h I'm like f** this Now you know what it's like To deal with real k**as that don't play, everyday Knockin' s**as out the box, who wanna get some? Seven video channels for my victims I ain't havin' that f** you b**h Tell your friends I'ma hater and I'm talkin' sh** (Jamie Madrox) We the things that go bump in the night We ain't got no love for you, you need to get some sh** right b**h who you think you're f**in' with? We keep this sh** like a track meet, we be runnin' it With the hatchet on the back While other b**hes s**in' sour tits for air time and similac We say f** that, matter of fact You tainted our style b**h boy we want our sh** back Don't get your head cracked you ain't tough And all them sk**s don't mean sh** when you get f**ed up So f** your set, and f** your crew And f** every mutha f**a around that down with you And you ain't puttin' nothin on the map Except for all this bullsh** commercialized mainstream rap And I ain't havin' that f** you b**h Tell your friends I'ma hater and I'm talkin' sh** (Shaggy 2 Dope) Ho a** hoes, we stomp those hoes How the f** you gonna step to Dark Carnival juggalos? Creators of the wicked, night breeders No little b**h f*ggots with blonde ? So anytime you see me in public You get a Faygo in your a**, and a jaw full of dick You can keep your muthaf**in' TRL I stay with my army in the underground and stay real And burn down your little TV set String Carson up with razor wire wrapped around his neck Cause that's how we do all day Cross to the other side, b**h you couldn't pay me We stay on the dark side of the carnival grounds Twiztid, Blaze and two wicked clowns Heads are finna get chopped off, and slit Bout to take it way beyond talkin' sh** (Violent J) Hatchet don't count, hatchet ain't included Knowin' goddamn well we the champs undisputed We don't need your radios and MTV Sellin' million, sayin' what the f** we please ? who's coat you ridin' on? You gotta lick balls, and write him a song You got his dick buried so far up your a** It's hangin' out your mouth, but you like that And 2pac tried to warn ya And there you are receiving the dick in California While you gettin' f**ed on the West coast I'm at home f**in' Kim ? f** all you f*ggot a** sell out hoes And f** anybody denying the juggalos Come to the underground and get bit Tell your boys I'ma hater and I'm talkin' helly sh**!