sh*t Talker lyrics

What the f*ck I gotta do to get noticed man?
Start dissin' people?(Yeah, yo, yeah.)
The way I rap's a f*cking crime of spitting felonies
White devil, tripping, spitting watermelon seeds

The f*ck 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 killer
But now I'm stuck in Canada so I'm a foreign thriller
So shut the f*ck 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*cking sh*t 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*cking messages from creeps
Half of them are geeks
The other half are freaks
I gotta f- a faulty alter ego
My personalities are multiple assaulting people
Yeah...
f*ck a Chorus
I'm a mother. f*cking. sh*t. Talker

My personalities are multiple assaulting people
I got followers to follow like a cult that's evil
f*ck an upside-down cross
f*ck a swastika
I'm killin' it for massive pica down to Costa Rica
I still got pep in my step call me paprika
Old school, c*cky
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*ck everyone!" in my pink boxers
I'm still a f*cking little c*cky sh*t 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 carcasses
Cows. Wow. Ain't nobody harsh as this
My sh*t stick to your head like a thumbtack
Sc*m bag
Use my girl's shirt as a c*m 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