Oh my god,
Ayy, somebody grab him some (zzzzt) His beard is weird Tough talk from a rapper payin' millions for a year "I my dad's gone crazy," yeah, Hailie, you right Dad's always mad up in the studio, yellin' at the mic You're and bored, huh? (I know) About to be 46 old, dog 'bout "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 just to come a diss Homie we get it, we know that the greatest rapper alive Fuckin' dweeb, all you do is read the and stay inside Rap God, I'm the Rap Devil Comin' bare-faced with a shovel the Armageddon when the smoke settle His body to this instrumental, I'm sayin'
I'm sick of them sweatsuits and them corny hats, let's talk it I'm of you bein' 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 white chalk it
Let's talk about the you actually blackballed a rapper That's twice as as you (let's talk about it) Let's call Ask why I can't go on Shade 45 of you (brrt) ask Interscope How you had Paul Rosenberg tryin' to me (huh?) Still can't cover up the Your last four albums is as bad as selfie Now tell me, what do you for? (what?) I you can't stand yourself (no) Tryin' to be the old you so bad you yourself (ha) leave all the beefin' to 50 (please) Em, pushin' 50 Why you claimin' that call Puff? you the one that called Diddy (facts) Then you went and called (facts) They conference me in the morning (what?) They told me you mad a tweet You wanted me to say (what?) I to God I ain't believe him (nah) say it ain't so (no) The big bad of the rap game can't take a fuckin' joke Oh you want some 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 have a attack now (no) Somebody your mans up (help) Knees weak of old age, the Slim Shady 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 dads from the Midwest, we can talk about it Or we could get gully, I'll size up your And put some chalk around it
Marshall, my name's Colson You should go back to I your ego is hurtin' Just knowin' that all of fans discovered me (hi) He like, "Damn, he a me Except he dresses better and I'm Always fun of me." Stop all the thuggery, Marshall, you livin' in (damn) Look you done to me an album just because of me Damn, you in love me! You got money but I'm I like the diss but you won't say them out in front of me Shout out to every rapper up under me Know I'll never do you like this fuckery Still bitter everyone loves you Pull wedgie out your dungarees (hey) I gotta respect the OGs and I 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 Flex anyone get it I ain't know it be you
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 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
Ridin' shotty 'cause I gotta roll dope It's a fast road when your idols become rivals, yeah Never hesitate to say it to your face, I'm a motherfucker Oh my god,
We you get nervous, Rabbit I see Momma's spaghetti all over your I you would lose yourself on the records That you made a decade ago, they better Accordin' to them, you're a treasure To me, as soft 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, on the couch (fuck) You got an Oscar, Can else get some food in their mouth? (For real)
They made a movie about you, in everybody's top ten You're not getting better with 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 look up to you? You ain't as tall as me 5'8" and I'm 6'4", seven punches hold your still Last time you saw 8 Mile was at on a treadmill You named after a candy I was after a gangster (brr) And don't be a and take my verse Off of album, thank you (thank you) I wanna feed my daughter You stop the money to support her You the one always 'bout the action Text me the addy, I'm up scrappin' And I'm by my self, what's happenin'?
EST captain, salute me or me That's what gonna have to do to me When he there ain't shit he could do to me Everybody hated me, this isn't anything new to me Yeah a difference between us I got all of my shit without Dre me (ayy) I know not used to me Usually one of your disses ruin me But bitch I'm from quiet this evenin', I'm readin' the eulogy (shh) Dropped an album called So that means he him Already fucked one rapper's this week Don't me call Kim
I'm sick of them sweatsuits and them corny hats, let's 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, size up your body And put white chalk around it