MadChild - sh** Talker lyrics

What the f** I gotta do to get noticed man? Start dissin' people? (Yeah, yo, yeah.) The way I rap's a f**ing crime of spitting felonies White devil, tripping, spitting watermelon seeds The f** 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 k**er But now I'm stuck in Canada so I'm a foreign thriller So shut the f** 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 f**ing sh** talker And please don't pay attention to my Tweets All this social networking is giving me the creeps I get a bunch of f**ing messages from creeps Half of them are geeks The other half are freaks I gotta f- a faulty alter ego My personalities are multiple a**aulting people Yeah... f** a Chorus I'm a mother. f**ing. sh**. Talker My personalities are multiple a**aulting people I got followers to follow like a cult that's evil f** an upside-down cross f** a swastika I'm k**in' it for ma**ive pica down to Costa Rica I still got pep in my step call me paprika Old school, co*ky 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 "f** everyone!" in my pink boxers I'm still a f**ing little co*ky sh** 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 carca**es Cows. Wow. Ain't nobody harsh as this My sh** 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