Talk That Shit
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F*ck the world like I f*ck this beat Gas me up with some mustard be Up here looking for something sweet So I milk the game like some custard, see Hold up, dude, I know you don't make movies too Bitch yes I do, "What can't he do" The less you knew, can cook to gimme the pesto boo Gunning shit I'm the best of two Eating some of that Mexi-food that my grand mama make At the bottom of lakes and I wear this mask to cover my face Crystal, Mystical, I got a pistol, money on deck now I got a fist full Looking at your pitiful pitfalls, playing the game like jigsaw Talk that shit, I talk that shit, I talk that shit, like aye Why you trip, like why you trip, like why you trip, like aye Mother fucker I be getting paid Clean goat bitch I'm Billy Mays Talk that shit, I talk that shit, I talk that shit, this beat I slay Finger to the air, it's the middle Little known fact that I fiddle a little with mics Em was taken so they call me the skittle I'm spitting these riddles on sight, bitch Look at your top ten, shit I'm the only name on the list, bitch Bringing the energy with me Even my enemies miss this Give them an enema, they don't got stamina Fucking their bitch like tisk, tisk And then I send them off, hoping they're men evolve They'll just f*ck with my business Looking around for the witness Before I murder you dipshits Walking dead with my wrist slit Depression acting like I missed it Talk that shit, I talk that shit, I talk that shit, like aye Why you trip, like why you trip, like why you trip, like aye Mother fucker I be getting paid Clean goat bitch I'm Billy Mays Talk that shit, I talk that shit, I talk that shit, this beat I slay Running this shit like a relay race, about to be on sway, it's a piece of cake About to meet the greats, oh wait, that's me. No latency you're making me Want it right now and the game needs me Funny like how these lame mc's Wanting to pout instead of making heat So bitch sit down and take a seat Got a magazine, I ain't talking the people I'm talking a clip and I'll make your ass see through Got a lot of tales so they call me a bijuu Rip through shit and your whip getting keyed too Talk that shit, I talk that shit, I talk that shit like, syke Don't step to me, don't mess with me That's a recipe for you to rest in piece I plant my seed in your bitches buns and call that shit some sesame, like ugh... aye Kill a mother fucker with the lyrics, my spirit Do it all day when they hear it they fear it I skrt skrt skrt skrt (skrt skrt skrt skrt) Mile high up I don't veer it I steer it With my luck I might just suck at making the music But that's just amusing the bass I use it I dream in lucid, so your face got bruises and you taste my juices F*ck it, her legs spread faster than them rumors Luckily I got just what she want and that's a sense of humor, ugh Talk that shit, I talk that shit, I talk that shit, like aye Why you trip, like why you trip, like why you trip, like aye Mother fucker I be getting paid Clean goat bitch I'm Billy Mays Talk that shit, I talk that shit, I talk that shit, this beat I slay
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