Lyrics Taylor Swift vs. Kanye West - Freshy Kanal

It′s Mr. West, the modern Gandhi with the swagger unrivaled
Spitting verses so damn holy, must've come from the Bible
With your love songs in your pages you forever would be nameless
If I didn′t come along and then make this bitch famous
Gold digger, sold for pop and became musically crude
And I'm still dropping hotter shit just rapping "poopity scoop"
My autotune changed the game I'd suggest that you should use it
Cause you can only sing two notes, like you sampled your own music
So drop off the Earth again. snake. And I′ll come replace your shit
My clothes sell out so quickly, they should call me Tailor Swift
I broke the record of break out artists that I′ve launched
While you're the broken record of break up songs that high schools play at prom

Let me take the mic back, let′s see who is speechless
Your rapping's sloppy, too bad you can′t re-release it
Everyone loved your hits, until you started rambling
Now the whole world is pissed like it's your Grammy
I′m for "breaking the silence", but they should've wired your mouth
Then you wouldn't rant on Kim and send your marriage Kanye South
I′ve never missed with genre switches, Folklore′s hit the money
I killed it running country, you failed tryna run the country
Wax figures are the only kind of models that you've slept with
It′s been obvious since South Park that you're fishing for attention
Assaulting paparazzi, they should call you Roc-A-Felon
You couldn′t even square up in your Roblox cosplays

Hold up, Hold up, hold up
Yo, that verse really hurt me and I'mma let you finish
But we can tell that Liz Rose wrote the best of all your disses
You sued a dude a dollar to bring justice to women?
I made bigger change when I drove 50 Cent out of business
Call me Scooter Braun because I′m stealing this match
Ate so much pussy, now I ate this one from Cats

I see why your fans stay disappointed after all that noise
From your release dates for Yandhi back to "slavery's a choice"
Your verses were so monotonous and dragged on for so long that
You'd be better off spewing your four-hundred-page contract
So don′t rail on George, based on your history with women
Seems you′re only fond of bushes when you push fiancés in 'em
Your career is like your clothing line, torn up and washed out
Now you′re only known as the Electoral College Dropout