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"Talkin' That Shit" is the ending theme of "Journey to Spooky Island", which is the fifth episode of season one of Camp Camp. It is played during the ending credits, and is performed by Jeff Williams and Lamar Hall.
The song originally released as part of the RT Short "Unusual Suspects," and was later released in the Red vs. Blue: Season 9 Soundtrack before its use as a credits song for Camp Camp.
Lyrics[]
| Yo, You can catch me rolling with the best |
| And shooting at the rest |
| Everyday, Common men, Never Change, Old Quests |
| But, Professor sit calm for the lecture |
| 'Cause I'm about to dig deep in your brains like Lector. |
| Food for thought to the masters in the crowd |
| Pay attention as you listen while these speakers bang loud |
| And if its hard to digest, then I suggest, that you turn a deaf ear to these words I manifest |
| No doubt I got my hustle game strong |
| And my knuckle game too |
| Homie want to prove me wrong? |
| A ferocious competitor |
| Rap season veterain |
| Bring'in mad color to the track like melanin |
| Givin' the shoutout to the clowns that I'm better than |
| Give up the rap and find some other shit to settle in |
| But if you still want arms drawn, |
| Here's my address, I'm at 78 Chestnut West. Mother Fucker |
| Everytime you see me I'll be talking that shit, talking that shit, talking that shit |
| Each and every day I'll be talking that shit, talking that shit, talking that shit (x2) |
| Round two |
| You know I come stormin out my corner |
| My opponent don't want it 'cause he's sweatin like he in a sauna |
| Look at his trainer and his cut man's screaming' |
| Throw the towel in man 'cause he's given me a beatin' and that's real |
| Give less than a fuck how you feel |
| They say there bustin' spades |
| But you all know the deal |
| I'm holding all the aces, got it locked, signed, and sealed |
| And it's over, time to deliver your last meal |
| I'm arrogant and cocky |
| Brash full of moxie |
| You'll burn straight to ash if you ever try to stop me |
| You better run, take notes and try to copy |
| My style but its impossible to mock me |
| So think again homie |
| You can't win homie |
| Nobody's fuckin' with society's in homie |
| My trademark SE to the Grave come see me mother fucker if you really feeling brave bitch |
| Everytime you see me I'll be talking that shit, talking that shit, talking that shit |
| Each and every day I'll be talking that shit, talking that shit, talking that shit (x2) |
| You're dealin' with the Dorchester dog |
| Roxbury rebel |
| Mattapan menace |
| Most of Boston isn't Ghetto |
| On a whole 'nother level, |
| People keep their heavy metal |
| Be it mic's or machine guns we gotta score to settle |
| Echo, a gunshot, for sun blocks |
| So loud it can make the whole city jump |
| But the streets stay bloody, and dog that's my word |
| People been out here so long they become part of the curb |
| But that's the foundation of this dude that you're hearing |
| Strikin' fear in the hearts of faith, when I'm out fearing |
| The real gold ride, show respect, mega heart |
| 'Cause they recognize that I've been the same from the start |
| I never gave a fuck |
| Don't give a fuck |
| Won't give a fuck |
| Don't like it tough luck |
| I'm the dude you love to hate |
| And always will be |
| Till they kill me |
| Imma still be talking that shit |
| Everytime you see me I'll be talking that shit, talking that shit, talking that shit |
| Each and every day I'll be talking that shit, talking that shit, talking that shit (x4) |
| Motherfucker |