My ears, they tire, you're speaking too much.

Everytime you speak, a bull defecates.

Let your talent speak for itself. Luckily, my talent is linguistically inclined.

Your words leave toxic stains - speakin' out the back end, not the brain.

Quiet down - listen to what the record say. 'Cause every time you speak a bull defecates.

Personal life? I know not the meaning. Hustle hard? My language, you're speaking.