You sound like a bitch, the fuck up! When your fans your haters You beard's weird You yellin' at the mic, fuckin' beard We doin' once You yellin' at the mic, beard's weird Why you yell at the (Illa)
just hit me on a text Last night I hickeys on her neck Wait, you just me? I'm perplexed Insult me in a line, compliment me on the Damn, I'm really sorry you me to have a heart attack Was 8 Mile on my NordicTrack Realized I forgot to you back Here's autograph for your daughter, I wrote it on a Starter cap
Stan, Stan, son Listen, man, Dad mad But how you gonna name after a damn gun and have a man-bun? The giant's woke, open, undeniable smoke, got the fire stoked Say you got me in a scope, but you me I say one call to and you're Swayze Your got the crowd yelling, "Woo!" So before you die see who can out-petty who your corny lines ("Slim, you're old")—ow, Kelly, ooh But I'm 45 and I'm still you By 29, I had three albums that had Now let's talk about I don't really do
Go in someone's mouth stealin' food But you're a mole hill Now I'ma a mountain out of you, woo! Ho, chill, actin' like you put the chrome barrel to my bone Bitch, you ain't a bow and arrow Say you'll run up on me a phone bill, sprayin' lead (brrt) Playin' dead, the only time you hold still (hold up) Are you cereal or oatmeal? What the fuck's in the bowl, milk? or Cheerios? 'Cause I'm takin' a shit in 'em, Kelly, I reading material ...Dictionary...
"Yo, Slim, your last albums sucked Go back to Recovery," oh shoot, that was three ago What do you Oops Know your facts before you come at me, goof Luxury, oh, you broke, bitch? Yeah, I had money in '02 To it in front of you, ho Younger me? No, you're the wack me, it's but so true I'd rather be 80-year-old me 20-year-old you
I'm hitting old age Still can fill a whole page with a rage Got more fans you in your own city, lil' kiddy, go play Feel like I'm Lil Tay Got the Diddy okay so you your whole day Shootin' a video just to fuckin' dig your own Got you at own wake, I'm the billy goat You ain't never made a next to no Biggie, no Jay Next to Swift and that Iggy ho, you about to really blow Kelly, they'll be putting name to Ja, next to Benzino—die, motherfucker! Like the last motherfucker sayin' in vain brain, you Satanist (yeah)
My biggest flops are greatest hits The game's again and ain't nothin' changed but the locks So before I slay this bitch I, mwah, Jade a kiss Gotta wake up Labor Day to (the fuck?) rich-shamed by some prick usin' my name for clickbait In a state of bliss 'cause I said his name Now I gotta back, aim Yeah, bitch, pop to this! (pop) It's moment This is it, as big as you're gonna get, so it Had to you a career to destroy it
injection Go to six feet deep, I'll give you a B for the effort But if I was You'd up to me, and for the record You suck a dick to fuckin' be me for a second Lick a ballsack to get on my Give your life to be as This shit is like Rambo when he's out of bullets So what good is a fuckin' machine gun when it's out of
Had of this tatted-up mumble rapper How the can him and I battle? He'll have to fuck Kim in my I'll him my sandals 'Cause he knows, long as I'm Shady he's gon' to live in my shadow Exhausting, off on my offspring a gun barrel, bitch, get off me! You dance around it a sombrero, we can all see You're salty 'Cause Young Gerald's balls-deep of Halsey
Your red sweater, black leather You dress better, I rap That a death threat or a letter? Little white Thinks it's over a pic, I just don't you, prick for dissing me Now I had an excuse on the mic to "Not Alike" But really, I don't care in the right But losin' the fight you picked
Who else want it? Kells — attempt fails! — L's! Fuckin' in these coffins as soft as Cottonelle Killshot, I will not fail, I'm with the Doc But idiot's boss pops pills and tells him he's got skills But, Kells, the day you put out a hit's the day Diddy he put the hit out that got Pac killed, ah! I'm sick of you bein' And usin' that mothafuckin' Auto-Tune So let's talk about it (let's talk it)
I'm sick of mumble rap mouth Need to get the up out it Before we can even talk about it (talk it) I'm of your blonde hair and earrings Just 'cause you in the mirror and think That you're Marshall (Marshall Mathers) Don't mean you are, and you're not it So just leave my dick in mouth and keep my daughter out it
You fuckin'... oh And I'm just playin', You know I you