Keep talkin' Songtext - D12

Intro- Bizarre
yea
Detroit mother fucker
DJ Green Lantern(the evil genious)
D12
We aint goin no where
We still smokin crack nigga
haha
Let um know
HA-HA

Chorus- Eminem
Bitch keep talkin
keep on popin off with them jaws because, we aint stoppin
we aint got to prove shit to yall so all yall can lick the balls and keep walkin
keep on poppin that shit you poppin
cause we aint stoppin cuz you aint stoppin us
we aint got to prove shit to yall so all yall can lick the balls and keep walkin
COME ON

Verse 1-Kuniva
yo the derelict is back
im blazin niggas while they up in the Sheraton last
i even sold my therapist crack
you niggas is bitch straight up im bearin the facts
i love pussy wit all my heart but i married the gats
and nigga im top pedigree so dont play wit me
ill blow your tattoos all over your baby seat
kids and all be hit
peers and all masuberg will take your back, liver ribs and all
kuniva the street talker, heat sparker the beef starter
packin guns when im sleep walkin
(Bitch keep talkin)
throwin fire bombs down your chimney
while you eatin at wendys
im in your bushes cockin the semi
nice wit the hands
never bow down to another man
i was poppin guns while you was still poppin some rubber bands
smother your clan
sever your hands and your legs
mail your brother your heart and send your mother ya head

Verse 2- Swifty
im the only one your bitch let touch her
type of brother that will fuck your mother
with a fishnet rubber
a belligerent and rowdy mother fucker

he probally sue
next week this shit'll be out on DJ Clue (Exclusive)
the first time i had sex.. a derty mattress
no condom.. my grandmother.. bent over backwards
bizarre been fuckin raw all summer
lets make a trade, my wife for your brother
sike, im not bisexual
im an intelectual, transexual, one testicle(one nut)
and i aint sayin shit cause it rhyme
i got colon cancer, im diein

Verse 4- Proof
YE-YE
Rest in peace Jam Master Jay
Tupac
and Notorious BIG
im probally the best
guy in the flesh
blow ya heart out ya chest
and ya chest out ya vest
leave ya body a mess streets bloody as hell
study my trail i cut and me fail
a druggy on bail nutty as well
which such like buddy revel
dead or in jail
still headin for hell
the ghetto rebels the wrong guy
now get ya lungs heart you full of wholes like sponge bob
we can set this from your front door to your CEO office
got the key to your coffin
To pee on you often
Great me wit offers we taken over
Or get China white mixed wit bakin soda
Ya hear me

Outro- Eminem
fuckin crack heads
and this is just mix tape shit you fuckin morons
this aint brains over braun
this is bullys over fuckin pussies
haha come on bitch

Chorus- Eminem

Bitch keep talkin
keep on popin off with them jaws because
we aint stoppin
we aint got to prove shit to yall so all yall can lick the balls and keep walkin
keep on poppin that shit you poppin
cause we aint stoppin cuz you aint stoppin us
we aint got to prove shit to yall so all yall can lick the balls and keep walkin

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