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Oh my god,

Ayy, somebody him some clippers (zzzzt)
His fuckin' beard is
Tough talk from a rapper payin' for security a year
"I think my dad's gone crazy," yeah, Hailie, you
always mad cooped up in the studio, yellin' at the mic
You're and bored, huh? (I know)
About to be 46 old, dog
Talkin' 'bout "I'ma call up Trick"
Man, you like a bitch, bitch
Man up and handle shit (ugh)
Mad somethin' I said in 2012
Took you six years and a surprise album just to come a diss
Homie we get it, we know that you're the greatest rapper
Fuckin' dweeb, all you do is read the dictionary and stay
Rap God, I'm the Rap Devil
Comin' bare-faced with a shovel
Like the Armageddon when the settle
His body next to this instrumental, I'm

I'm of them sweatsuits and them corny hats, let's talk about it
I'm sick of you bein' rich and you still mad, talk about it
Both of us single dads from the Midwest, we can about it
Or we get gully, I'll size up your body
And put some chalk around it

talk about the fact you actually blackballed a rapper
That's twice as young as you (let's about it)
Let's call
Ask why I can't go on Shade 45 of you (brrt)
ask Interscope
How you had Paul Rosenberg to shelf me (huh?)
Still cover up the fact
Your last four albums is as bad as your
Now tell me, do you stand for? (what?)
I know you can't yourself (no)
to be the old you so bad you Stan yourself (ha)
Let's all the beefin' to 50 (please)
Em, pushin' 50
Why you claimin' that I'ma call
When you the one that Diddy (facts)
Then you went and called (facts)
They called me in the morning (what?)
They me you mad about a tweet
You wanted me to say (what?)
I swear to God I ain't him (nah)
say it ain't so (no)
The big bad bully of the rap game take a fuckin' joke
Oh you want fuckin' smoke (what?)
But not literally, choke
Yeah I'll acknowledge you're the
But I'm The Gunner, bitch, I got you in the (brra)
Don't a heart attack now (no)
Somebody help your up (help)
Knees weak of old age, the real Slim can't stand up

I'm sick of them sweatsuits and them corny hats, talk about it
I'm sick of you rich and you still mad, let's talk about it
Both of us single dads the Midwest, we can talk about it
Or we get gully, I'll size up your body
And put some chalk around it

Marshall, my name's Colson
You should go back to
I know your ego is
Just knowin' that all of fans discovered me (hi)
He like, "Damn, he a me
he dresses better and I'm ugly
Always fun of me."
Stop all the thuggery, Marshall, you in luxury (damn)
Look what you to me
Dropped an just because of me
Damn, you in with me!
You got money but I'm
I like the diss but you won't say them lyrics out in of me
Shout out to rapper that's up under me
Know that I'll never do you this fuckery
Still bitter after loves you
Pull that out your dungarees (hey)
I respect the OGs and I know most of 'em personally (ayy)
But you're a bully actin' like a baby
So I read you a nursery (nursery)
I'm the ghost of the
And you're Ebenezer Scrooge (facts)
I on Flex anyone could get it
I ain't it would be you

I'm sick of them sweatsuits and them corny hats, let's about it
I'm sick of you 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, size up your body
And put some chalk around it

shotty 'cause I gotta roll this dope
It's a fast road when your idols become rivals, yeah
Never to say it to your face, I'm a asshole
Bitch-ass
Oh my god,

We you get nervous, Rabbit
I see Momma's spaghetti all over your
I wish you would lose yourself on the
That you made a decade ago, they were
Accordin' to them, a national treasure
To me, you're as soft as a
The to be scared to ask Rihanna for her number
Just her umbrella-ella-ella
"I'm not afraid," okay the Grouch, chill on the couch (fuck)
You got an Oscar,
Can anyone else get some in their mouth? (For real)

made a movie about you, you're in everybody's top ten
You're not better with time
fine, Eminem, put down the pen
Or an apology
Over the simple fact you had to diss to me
I am the
How could I even look up to you? You ain't as as me
5'8" and I'm 6'4", seven punches hold your head
time you saw 8 Mile was at home on a treadmill
You were named after a
I was named a gangster (brr)
And don't be a sucker and take my
Off of album, thank you (thank you)
I wanna feed my daughter
You tryna stop the to support her
You the one talkin' 'bout the action
Text me the addy, I'm pullin' up
And I'm by my fuckin' self, happenin'?

EST captain, salute me or me
what he's gonna have to do to me
When he realizes there ain't he could do to me
Everybody always me, this isn't anything new to me
Yeah a difference between us
I got all of my shit Dre producin' me (ayy)
I you're not used to me
Usually one of your disses ruin me
But bitch I'm Cleveland
Everybody quiet this evenin', I'm the eulogy (shh)
Dropped an album called
So that he killed him
Already fucked one girl this week
Don't me call 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 from the Midwest, we can about it
Or we could get gully, I'll size up body
And put some white chalk it