Ted the Poet - SHUT UP! (Recover V)

Shut up and sit down, you big, bald fuck
You don't know what you're talkin'
Shut up, pizda
Shut that cunt's mouth before I come over there an fuck-start her head
You shut up! Shut up! Shut up!
Shut up! Shut up, shut up!
Shut your fat ass, Rayvie
If you don't know what you're talkin' 'bout, then
Shut up!
Please don't open that mouth, bitch
Shut up!
I got blood on my hands, and I know
Drowning in blame while you stand on my throat
No wonder I don't answer my phone
Y'all be throwing me some frag grenades
Fucking up happy days
Used to be hurt, but now I'm just angry
This shit is still happening
Let me clear the record for the dickheads
Ain't nobody tryna make a dollar off a friend's death
Told the world exactly what the fuck a nigga witnessed
Why you motherfuckers wanna throw me off a cliff's edge?
They tried to tell me that I wasn't being a friend, being a friend
Just cause the music was dark, I mean no offense, mean no offense
One day, I'll tell the world he was a hero again, hero again
If you weren't there when he fell from my ledge
Please stay the motherfuck out my DM's
If you don't know what you're talkin' 'bout, then
Shut up!
Please don't open that mouth, bitch
Shut up!
I got blood on my hands, and I know
Drowning in blame while you stand on my throat
No wonder I don't answer my phone

Written by:
Theodore Guillory

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