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talk - redwlf & sythe lyrics

intro:
sythe: yo, red, i was thinking we should probably roast
some people we don’t like very much… whatchu’ think?

red: ye, sure man. ain’t nothin’ new. let’s do this

red’s verse:
truth be told you do it like n0body else, quit talking
scum of the earth, you belong six feet in the dirt, in your coffin
bet you feel the h*llfire burns, i told the devil never stop it
sh*t, i’m haunted by a b*tch again
your stupid little posts on twitter make me want to slit my wrists again
met you on instagram, you never dropped
so i’mma make a diss again
i ain’t missin’ him, that’s why i’m dissin’ him
so many bars over the head but i’m hittin’ them
p*o*n*d*r
f*cking numbers trash but you call yourself a star
stick to playing your guitar
doin’ shows where you don’t show, in fact, you, barely play a part
your own listeners, barely even know who you are
fake your death again
maybe you’ll gain that audience
do anything for fame, right? it ain’t hard
been trippin’ on bullsh*t you spittin’
i don’t want to listen to a track by you ‘cause it’s ass
the sh*t that you write is so bad
it’s so painfully obvious you don’t write your own tracks
(heh*heh)
i know you like dad’s money
how does it feel to be created for nothing?
duh*duh*duh*duh
instrumental break

sythe’s verse:
b*tch told me to talk on the clock
but he be actin’ like a clown
always goes to shutting me down
for spitting truth in my verses
always making it a versus
nearing 30 but he acts like he was born prematurely
respect ain’t hard but it’s clearly lacking
learned about this guy and it’s all been tracking
can’t handle people being different
so he won’t even listen, the mans been trippin’
can’t get his fat ass out the kitchen
i just want him out the mother f*ckin door
i don’t want to see his face anymore
he thinks rap’s all about f*cking b*tches
i promise you it’s not
most people in this business make a living rappin bout b*tches who be b*tchin’
did i mention this m*f*ers a b*tch?
i’ll rap so much about him, i’ll be f*cking rich
i’m tryna expose the facts
most people these days be wack
trauma be stuntin them, makin’ him act like a baby
no wonder he don’t have no lady
his actions make him super shady
but not like slim shady
he ain’t cool enough to be him
saying dumb sh*t on a whim
can’t accept the fact that he won’t always win
like right now, b*tch
said i shouldn’t talk sh*t behind your back
so, i’m saying it to your motherf*cking face
how do you like me now, b*tch?

outro:
red:
duh, duh, da da da duh
duh, duh, da da da duh

sythe:
talk, talk talk talk, all you do is talk
talk, talk talk talk, all you do is talk

red:
duh, duh, da da da duh
duh, duh, da da da duh

sythe:
you’re a scummy little b*tch… b*tch
b*tch… b*tch, you’re a b*tch

- redwlf sythe lyrics

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