(Intro)

Temar

Yeah

Slobber tits shit

Check it

It's the big tits Slobber shit

It's all about Joe's Grill

It's all about Slobber's mom

Satan, shout out to my peep, shout out to my boy Satan (Hi Mephisto)

Check it

Pieces of shit

Where's the Kid Joe?

You fuckin' bastards

Where's Joey?

We do it like this for Temar

(Necro)

You on some Rifka shit while I rock raps like Velvo

It's Celtic Temar's tits belts bangin' the ground over the belt

My Russian sluts love me, my King's Highway cunts

Sit down and devour my Jewish cum all at once

Saliva, AIDS, my condomless cock was made

For groupies and cinnamon bun twats like Gia Prop

Nike's and Rocawear shorts, a Sean John shirt

Bandana head band linked ready to flirt

Like Georgetown Tovah, we keep it gully

Like Tasia bendin' over, she'll end up in a coma

My guns shoot, like Mr. Midget's custom made boots

One's bigger than the other, duke

There's nothin' like the Kid Joe in your crib ready to take a shit

He'll shit on your floor and won't acknowledge what he did (Ronnie!)

3 years in the hole, God gave a woman a hole

So she could stuff it with a pole

Shout out to Ming Upstate, it's all about $40 meals

And prog flicks from Yako, it's wholesale deals

We're like Leno with the Bubblegoose

King Diamond shirt, cocaine pouch and Mad Juice

What happened to Ilya, kid, you female dogs

Smell my asshole, it stinks like a morgue

Chicken cat soup and Goza, shrimp tempura

Had the aura to make you spend more than you can afford ta

Miso soup, me so horny

Green tea, $5 delivery for me

We hate fuckin' cops, you're a disgrace

Like Ming Corp suckin' cock, and he's a waste

I rep it like Tony's karate flick collection

Amazing like Aaron Cohen's hairdo, it's destined

Uncle Howie's apartment stunk like shit

During the filming of "I Need Drugs" he would have puked, kid

His drawers fulla roaches smellin' like excretion

A crack hotel and Mordecai, you can't beat it

Did I forget to mention Pearl's tits?

They're like Larry Gordon's schemen, they're almost perfect

Them shits drip down to the hips, stretch marks and milk

Blubber, guilt, low self-esteem, some suicide shit

You trapped in your crib like Mucia, dodgin' bullets

Your son's in Belleview poor, Eugene, you better pull it

Some repeat shit, my slobber slang got me walkin' the streets

Like I'm Zeke, booger changin' cuz life is deep

It's all about the Kid Joe's life

Eyebrows connecting, large tits and his fat fuckin' wife

[Outro]

Yeah, I'm talkin' shit, yeah I'm talkin' shit

Kid, I'm talkin' shit, that's what I'm doin', I'm talkin' shit

I'm talkin shit, yo, I'm talkin' shit

This whole rap, is me talkin' fuckin' shit

Yo, I'm talkin' shit, kid, I'm talkin' shit, kid

I'm talkin' shit, hey I'm talkin' shit

I'll talk shit about you and your whole crew

Kid, I'm talkin' shit

Now eat my doo-doo!

Kid, I'm talkin shit, yeah, I'm talkin' shit!

Hahahahahahahahahahaha!

I'm talkin' shit, yes, I'm talkin' shit, I'm talkin' shit!

Hahahahahahahahahaha!

I'm talkin' shit, kid we're talkin' shit, we're talkin' shit

You will eat my fuckin' shit, you will eat my shit

Shshshshshshshshit!

Eat my shit

Hahahahahaha!

Eat my shit

Ehehehehehehe!

Eat my shit, eat my shit

Please eat my shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit, you eat my shit, eat my shit!

You will eat shit, bitch-ass motherfuckers, I shit on you!

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