Professional Shit Talkers

[Verse 1: MADic]
God damn, ain't a thing changed, I still win at pen games
I been slaying, your end days are in phase
Sin ways, I stick lames with shin blades
Or stingrays, singe pages, spit crazed

[Verse 1: Cranky.]
Mr. Been Crazed, sin for six days
After Sabbath treat rappers like shit stains
Don't complain when he flexes
Cranky. the rap game small white Ving Rhames

[Verse 1: MADic]
My sensei, him, hey, we spilt ways, oh well
Said I was too stoned to grow, hell
I'm so swell outside of your hotel
With six well drinks, this dick ready for show tell

[Verse 1: Cranky.]
Fake friends tryna catch a coattail
Fake rappers always promote jail, it don't fail
Fake broads always got the credit cards with the coke smell
A fake bar never flows well

[Hook: MADic]
The cruel duo you know that the clique monstrous
Get bonkers, we the pro shit talkers
Hit blunts and sip vodkas
God flow, inhale smoke and spit comets

[Hook: Cranky.]
The cruel duo you know that the clique monstrous
Get bonkers, we the pro shit talkers
Hit blunts and sip vodkas
God flow, inhale smoke and spit comets

[Verse 2: Cranky.]
Coming up with nonsense post haste
Spaced, he's a cold case, wait until the river runs both ways
Chrome skates when show face, laced with some home aids
Guess he went back to his old ways

[Verse 2: MADic]
My flow chased with beer, bongs, and loose leaf
I blew kief for two weeks and ooh wee
Dude, we flew to moons cruising cooky
No front in here, word to moose teeth

[Verse 2: Cranky.]
Moose teeth? I'm the new Kool Keith
Your dude's in the mood and he's moving loosely
Flow mix Bootsy, Bruce Lee, and the the ghost of Bruce B
Do it till I'm feeling real woozy

[Verse 2: MADic]
Your crew be the most toast, we so dope
Slowpokes get thrown out with cold chokes
Cloned quotes get blown broke with drones, smoked
Deleted like emails hailed from old folks

[Hook: Cranky.]
The cruel duo you know that the clique monstrous
Get bonkers, we the pro shit talkers
Hit blunts and sip vodkas
God flow, inhale smoke and spit comets

[Hook: MADic]
The cruel duo you know that the clique monstrous
Get bonkers, we the pro shit talkers
Hit blunts and sip vodkas
God flow, inhale smoke and spit comets

[Verse 3: MADic]
Honest, we the most known for crude raps
Lewd acts, snoozing past noon cats
New jacks, boo hoo, you too whack
Who's that? Mr. MAD and the dude that's

[Verse 3: Cranky.]
Cranking out new raps, always getting faded like blue tats
Glad he made it out of the boondocks
He's gathering up all of your doodads
And just for a few laughs he'll make you jump up out of your tube socks

[Verse 3: MADic]
I ooze plots for global domination
Pinky/Brain rotation, making bomb creations
Tame tasteless lames dazed at Days Inn
While quick bake beige kids reign, racing the raised pen

[Verse 3: Cranky.]
Going phase ten, flow is based and dough is laced
No one make friends showing face then growing skates
The competition dead as MySpace
Time to separate the Mankeys and the Primeapes

[Hook: MADic]
The cruel duo you know that the clique monstrous
Get bonkers, we the pro shit talkers
Hit blunts and sip vodkas
God flow, inhale smoke and spit comets

[Hook: Cranky.]
The cruel duo you know that the clique monstrous
Get bonkers, we the pro shit talkers
Hit blunts and sip vodkas
God flow, inhale smoke and spit comets

[Outro]
I'll be dead on his ass like Spencer for fucking Hire. I'll hunt him down and feed him his own testicles and I'll do it in a Jiffy. And I don't care if his mama there, his grandmama, innocent bystanders, little kids, babysitters, bill collectors, whatever. I'll leave his whole block filled with hot brass if I have to! And you know why? Because I just don't give a fuck!

Ho, fuck you! You lucky I'm outta breath!