Oh my god,
1] Ay, grab him some clippers (zzzzt) His beard is weird Tough talk from a rapper payin' millions for security a "I my dad's gone crazy," yeah, Hailie, you right Dad's mad cooped 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 your shit (ugh) Mad somethin' I said in 2012 Took you six years and a surprise album to come with a diss Homie we get it, we know that you're the rapper alive Fuckin' dweeb, all you do is read the dictionary and stay Fuck Rap God, I'm the Rap bare-faced with a black shovel Like the Armageddon the smoke settle His next to this instrumental, I'm sayin'
I'm sick of them sweatsuits and corny hats, let's talk about it I'm sick of you rich and you still mad, let's talk about it Both of us single from the Midwest, we can talk 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 a rapper that's twice as young as you (let's talk about it) call Sway, ask why I can't go on Shade 45 because of you (brrt) Let's ask how you had Paul Rosenberg tryin' to shelf me (huh?) Still can't cover up the fact last four albums is as bad as your selfie Now tell me, what do you for? (what?) I know you stand yourself (no) Tryin' to be the old you so bad you Stan (ha) Let's all the beefin' to 50 (please) Em, you're 50 Why you that I'ma call Puff? When you the one called Diddy (facts) Then you and called Jimmy (facts) They conference me in the morning (what?) They told me you mad about a You me to say sorry (what?) I swear to God I believe him (nah) say it ain't 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 Yeah I'll acknowledge the GOAT But I'm The Gunner, bitch, I got you in the (brra) have a heart attack now (no) Somebody help your up (help) Knees of old age, the real Slim Shady can't stand up
I'm sick of sweatsuits and them corny 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 chalk around it
3] Hello Marshall, my name's You should go back to I know ego is hurtin' just knowin' that all of your fans discovered me (hi) He like, "Damn, he a me Except he dresses better and I'm making fun of me." Stop all the thuggery, Marshall, you livin' in (damn) Look what you to me an album just because of me Damn, you in with me! You got but I'm hungry I like the diss but you won't say lyrics out in front of me Shout out to rapper that's up under me Know I'll never do you like this fuckery Still bitter after loves you Pull wedgie out your dungarees (hey) I respect the OGs and I know most of 'em personally (ayy) But you're just a actin' like a baby So I gotta read you a (nursery) I'm the of the future And just Ebenezer Scrooge (facts) I said on anyone could get it I ain't it would be you
I'm sick of them sweatsuits and corny hats, let's talk about it I'm sick of you bein' rich and you still mad, let's talk it Both of us single from the Midwest, we can talk about it Or we could get gully, size up your body And put some chalk around it
Ridin' shotty 'cause I gotta this dope It's a fast road when idols become your rivals, yeah Never to say it to your face, I'm a asshole Bitch-ass Oh my god,
4] We you get nervous, Rabbit I see spaghetti all over your sweater I wish you would lose yourself on the That you made a decade ago, they better Accordin' to them, a national treasure To me, you're as as a feather The type to be scared to ask for her number Just 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) made a movie about you, you're in everybody's top ten You're not getting better with fine, Eminem, put down the pen Or write an the simple fact you had to diss to acknowledge me I am the How could I even look up to You ain't as tall as me 5'8" and I'm 6'4", seven punches hold head still Last time you saw 8 Mile was at home on a You were named a candy I was named a gangster (brr) And be a sucker and take my verse off of Yelawolf's album, thank you (thank you) I just wanna feed my You tried to the money to support her You the one always 'bout the action Text me the addy, I'm up scrappin' And I'm by fuckin' myself, happenin'? EST captain, me or shoot me That's what he's gonna to do to me When he realizes there ain't he could do to me Everybody hated me, this isn't anything new to me Yeah there's a difference us I got all of my shit without Dre me (ayy) I know you're not to me Usually one of disses should ruin me But bitch I'm from Everybody quiet this evenin', I'm the eulogy (shh) Dropped an album called Kamikaze, so means he killed him Already fucked one rapper's girl week, don't make me call Kim
I'm sick of them sweatsuits and corny hats, let's talk about it I'm sick of you bein' rich and you still mad, talk about it of us single dads from the Midwest, we can talk about it Or we could get gully, size up your body And put some white chalk it