[Intro: Mastamind]
"This goes out to all you chatty ass motherfuckers! Wack motherfuckers! Can't fuck with the mad motherfuckers! Chatty ass motherfucker!"

[Verse 1: Mastamind, Esham]
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, (Down) how can I be liked? (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 livin' in fear
I see so many motherfuckers fakin' and duplicatin'
Tryna 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: Mastamind, Esham]
You's a chatty ass n***a (A chatty ass n***a)
You's a chatty ass n***a (A chatty ass n***a)
You's a chatty ass n***a (A chatty ass n***a)
You's a chatty ass n***a (A chatty ass n***a)

[Verse 2: TNT, Esham]
Chatty ass n***a, n***a chatty, call me Mac Daddy
When I'm rollin' through your fuckin' hood
The bitches know it's all good (It's all good)
Down for the dirt (N***a) Puttin' in work (N***a)
Liftin' up skirts (N***a) Bitches get hurt (N***a)
It's that n***a TNT, bitch you better recognize
Fuckin' with The Voodoo Child, bitch you could leave paralyzed
Keep my fuckin' 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: TNT, Esham]
You's a chatty ass n***a (A chatty ass n***a)
You's a chatty ass n***a (A chatty ass n***a)
You's a chatty ass n***a (A chatty ass n***a)
You's a chatty ass n***a (A chatty ass n***a)

[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, dissin' all wicked hoes
And we be foes not friends, 'cause I can't deal
With your ills, I gives a fuck how you feel
(Playa hata) I ain't got no love for your kind
You be hoping that I fall, so fuck all of y'all

[Hook: Esham]
You's a chatty ass n***a (A chatty ass n***a)
You's a chatty ass n***a (A chatty ass n***a)
You's a chatty ass n***a (A chatty ass n***a)
You's a chatty ass n***a (A chatty ass n***a)

[Outro: Esham]
Now what kinda n***a is a chatty ass n***a
(That bitch n***a is a chatty ass n***a)
Now what kinda n***a is a chatty ass n***a
(That bitch n***a is a chatty ass n***a)