Oh my god,
1] Ay, grab him some clippers (zzzzt) His fuckin' beard is Tough talk from a rapper millions for security a year "I think my dad's gone crazy," yeah, Hailie, you Dad's always mad up in the studio, yellin' at the mic sober and bored, huh? (I know) About to be 46 old, dog Talkin' "I'ma call up Trick Trick" Man, you sound like a bitch, Man up and handle shit (ugh) Mad about somethin' I in 2012 Took you six years and a surprise just to come with a diss Homie we get it, we know that you're the greatest alive dweeb, all you do is read the dictionary and stay inside Fuck Rap God, I'm the Rap Comin' with a black shovel the Armageddon when the smoke settle His body next to instrumental, I'm sayin'
I'm sick of them sweatsuits and them corny hats, let's talk it I'm sick of you bein' rich and you still mad, let's about it Both of us single dads from the Midwest, we can about it Or we could get gully, size up your body And put some chalk around it
2] Let's talk about the fact you actually blackballed a rapper that's twice as as you (let's talk about it) Let's call Sway, ask why I go on Shade 45 because of you (brrt) Let's ask how you had Paul Rosenberg tryin' to shelf me (huh?) Still can't up the fact your last four albums is as bad as your selfie Now tell me, do you stand for? (what?) I know you can't yourself (no) Tryin' to be the old you so bad you Stan (ha) Let's leave all the to 50 (please) Em, you're 50 Why you that I'ma call Puff? When you the one that Diddy (facts) Then you went and called (facts) They conference called me in the (what?) They told me you mad about a You wanted me to say (what?) I to God I ain't believe him (nah) Please say it so (no) The big bad bully of the rap game take a fuckin' joke Oh you some fuckin' smoke (what?) But not literally, you'll I'll acknowledge you're the GOAT But I'm The Gunner, bitch, I got you in the (brra) Don't a heart attack now (no) Somebody help your up (help) weak of old age, the real Slim Shady can't stand up
I'm sick of them sweatsuits and corny hats, let's talk about it I'm sick of you bein' and you still mad, let's talk about it of us single dads from the Midwest, we can talk about it Or we could get gully, I'll size up body And put some white chalk it
3] Hello Marshall, my name's You should go back to I know your ego is hurtin' just knowin' that all of your discovered me (hi) He like, "Damn, he a me Except he better and I'm ugly Always fun of me." all the thuggery, Marshall, you livin' in luxury (damn) Look you done to me Dropped an album because of me Damn, you in love me! You got money but I'm I like the diss but you won't say lyrics out in front of me out to every rapper that's up under me Know I'll never do you like this fuckery Still bitter after loves you Pull that wedgie out dungarees (hey) I gotta respect the OGs and I know of 'em personally (ayy) But you're just a actin' like a baby So I gotta you a nursery (nursery) I'm the of the future And you're just Scrooge (facts) I on Flex anyone could get it I know it would be you
I'm sick of them sweatsuits and them hats, let's talk about it I'm sick of you bein' rich and you still mad, let's talk it of us single dads from the Midwest, we can talk about it Or we could get gully, I'll up your body And put some white chalk it
Ridin' shotty 'cause I roll this dope It's a fast road when your idols your rivals, yeah Never hesitate to say it to face, I'm a asshole motherfucker Oh my god,
4] We know you get nervous, I see spaghetti all over your sweater I wish you would lose yourself on the That you made a decade ago, they were to them, you're a national treasure To me, you're as as a feather The to be scared to ask Rihanna for her number hold her umbrella-ella-ella "I'm not afraid," okay Oscar the Grouch, chill on the (fuck) You got an Oscar, Can anyone get some food in their mouth? (For real) They made a movie about you, in everybody's top ten You're not better with time It's fine, Eminem, put the pen Or write an About the simple you had to diss to acknowledge me I am the How could I even up to you? You ain't as tall as me 5'8" and I'm 6'4", punches hold your head still Last time you saw 8 Mile was at on a treadmill You were after a candy I was named after a (brr) And be a sucker and take my verse off of Yelawolf's album, thank you (thank you) I just wanna my daughter You tried to stop the money to her You the one always talkin' the action Text me the addy, I'm up scrappin' And I'm by fuckin' myself, what's EST captain, salute me or me That's what he's gonna to do to me When he realizes ain't shit he could do to me Everybody always hated me, isn't anything new to me Yeah there's a between us I got all of my shit Dre producin' me (ayy) I know not used to me Usually one of disses should ruin me But I'm from Cleveland Everybody this evenin', I'm readin' the eulogy (shh) Dropped an album called Kamikaze, so that he killed him Already fucked one rapper's girl this week, don't make me Kim
I'm sick of them sweatsuits and them corny hats, let's about it I'm of you bein' rich and you still mad, let's talk about it Both of us single dads the Midwest, we can talk about it Or we could get gully, I'll up your body And put some white around it