This goes out to all you chatty ass motherfuckers
Wack motherfuckers
Can't fuck with the mad motherfuckers
Chatty ass motherfucker

[VERSE 1: MASTAMIND]
It ain't shit wicket like this wicket, Wicketshit
You want me to kick this shit
Well let me kick it bitch
Here he is, that n***a who's so mysterious
You dying to know who I be
You so curious
You say "How can I be down, how can I be liked?"
"How can I be ever wicket on the mic?"
Hey yo, I'm so sick of this shit
So I'm sick with this here
It's so ridiculous, I got you bitches living in fear
I see so many motherfuckers faking and duplicatin
Trying to be like (NATAS, SATAN, SATAN, NATAS, NATAS, SATAN)
You can bite the style for a while, but still feel chatty
Yo, I ain't happy so don't come at me

[HOOK]
You's a chatty ass n***a
A chatty ass n***a
(x4)
[VERSE 2: TNT]
Chatty ass n***a, n***a chatty
Call me mack daddy
When I'm rolling through your fucking hood
The bitches know it's all good (it's all good)
Down for the dirt (n***a)
Putting in work (n***a)
Lifting up skirts (n***a)
Bitches get hurt (n***a)
It's that n***a TNT
Bitch you better recognize
Fucking with The Voodoo Child
Bitch you could leave paralyzed
Keep my fucking name out your mouth before I blast ya
Nobody asked ya
I rolls like Casper
Boom, boom, boom
Bitch dropped dead
Some slugs in his head for some shit he just said
Chatty ass n***as don't live long
And most dead n***as don't sing no songs

[HOOK]

[VERSE 3: ESHAM]
You's a chatty bitch
Call me pimp daddy, bitch
Never loved a ho, and had he switched
Then you'll know who's on my dick
(Who's on my dick?)
I don't know, stay up off my dick though
Quick to kick the sick flow
Dissing all wicked hoes
And we be foes not friends
'Cause I can't deal with your ills
I gives a fuck how you feel
(Player hater) I ain't got no love for your kind
You be hoping that I fall
So fuck all of y'all
[HOOK]

[OUTRO]
Now what kinda n***a is a chatty ass n***a
(That bitch n***a is a chatty ass n***a)
(x2)