Deuce - Talking About You

Verse

When   I   walk   through   LA   and   it's   smelling   like   death
I   done   murdered   all   these   MCs,   there   ain't   none   left
Their   bodies   are   fucking   rotting,   decomposing   to   flesh
One   man   responsible   for   all   of   this,   just   guess
Same   one   you   can't   keep   up   out   your   mouth,   oh   yes
The   same   one   they   keep   asking   about   in   the   press
Who   gives   a   shit?   Like   a   magazine   means   success?
Make   everybody   fucking   wonder   what   I'm   gon'   say   next
Kerrang   don't   know   a   thing   about   rock   unless
You   focus   on   these   pussy,   emo,   fucking   pop   projects
Then   talk   some   shit   about   and   diss   the   homie   Deuce,   no   less?
Well,   I   can   rock   in,   rock   it   like   a   rocket   launcher   to   chest
So   ticky-tock-tickety-tock,   watch   the   clock   and   stress
Run   up   in   your   label,   flip   the   table   on   the   execs
Tell   'em   all   to   kiss   my   ass   when   I   jump   on   the   desk
And   show   'em   what   a   fucking   promise   is   instead   of   a   threat
 
 
[Pre-Chorus]
Mirror,   mirror,   answer   me   this
Will   I   pay   for   all   of   my   sins?
If   it   is,   let   judgment   begin
I'll   keep   marching   on   until   then
Mirror,   mirror,   give   me   one   wish
Give   me   strength   so   I   don't   give   in
Heaven   and   hell,   wherever   I   stand
I'll   keep   marching   on   till   the   end
 
 
[Chorus]
They're   talking   about   you
As   if   all   hell   broke   loose
They   don't   even   know   you
They're   just   lighting   your   fuse
They're   talking   about   you
Like   revenge   is   their   tool
You're   everybody's   fool
Can't   win,   you'll   just   lose
 
 
[Verse   2]
Who   the   hell   wants   to   fuck   with   us?   Nobody,   they're   in   the   dust
'Cause   we   left   'em   whenever   we   stepped   inside   of   the   tour   bus
Onto   the   next   city   with   fans   screaming   for   us
Vibing   with   hands   up,   sing   along   to   the   chorus
Hard   to   ignore   us,   that   big   of   a   fucking   fuss
So   much   when   they   say   our   name,   nobody   can   stay   hush
Pretty   girls   with   they   face   flush   and   red   from   when   they   blush
No   need   to   have   make-up   whenever   they   face   us
We   give   'em   a   straight   rush   like   we   do   to   these   fake   fucks
Who   can't   entertain   us,   mainly   'cause   they   suck
I'd   wish   they'd   just   break   up,   these   groups   who   just   can't   cut
It   out   and   go   about   with   me   without   getting   ate   up
I'm   eating   these   rappers   alive,   filling   my   plate   up
Became   cannibalized   like   I'm   at   a   buffet,   stuffed
Still   feeling   my   face   up   'cause   the   hunger   just   stays   stuck
It   won't   go   away   'cause   my   tapeworm   is   duct   taped   up
 
 
[Pre-Chorus]
Mirror,   mirror,   answer   me   this
Will   I   pay   for   all   of   my   sins?
If   it   is,   let   judgment   begin
I'll   keep   marching   on   until   then
Mirror,   mirror,   give   me   one   wish
Give   me   strength   so   I   don't   give   in
Heaven   and   hell,   wherever   I   stand
I'll   keep   marching   on   till   the   end
 
 
[Chorus]
They're   talking   about   you
As   if   all   hell   broke   loose
They   don't   even   know   you
They're   just   lighting   your   fuse
They're   talking   about   you
Like   revenge   is   their   tool
You're   everybody's   fool
Can't   win,   you'll   just   lose
 
 
[Verse   3]
  Is   it   because   I   wouldn't   follow   you   to   my   self-destruction?
  Or   maybe   it   was   because   these   words   have   so   much   more   contradiction
  This   is   my   only   addiction   and   way   I   get   revenge
It's   like   you're   my   crucifixion,   the   sicker   I   get
I   get   more   and   more   vicious   so   don't   get   me   upset
Kids   are   paying   to   listen,   you   don't   wanna   accept
Then   you're   another   victim   of   greatness   and   success
Cut   the   head   off   the   chicken,   he   keeps   on   making   sentences
 
He's   so   far   from   dead,   bitches,   he   hopes   that...
 
 
[Chorus]
They're   talking   about   you
As   if   all   hell   broke   loose
They   don't   even   know   you
They're   just   lighting   your   fuse
They're   talking   about   you
Like   revenge   is   their   tool
You're   everybody's   fool
Can't   win,   you'll   just   lose!
 
 
[Outro]
No!
Can't   win,   you'll   just   lose
No!

Artist Deuce Genres Pop