Oh my god,
Ayy, somebody grab him clippers (zzzzt) His fuckin' is weird Tough talk from a rapper payin' millions for a year "I think my 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 Talkin' "I'ma call up Trick Trick" Man, you like a bitch, bitch Man up and handle your (ugh) Mad somethin' I said in 2012 Took you six years and a surprise album just to come with a Homie we get it, we know that the greatest rapper alive 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 when the smoke settle His body next to this instrumental, I'm
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 talk it Both of us single from the Midwest, we can talk about it Or we could get gully, I'll size up your And put some white chalk it
Let's about the fact you actually blackballed a rapper That's twice as young as you (let's about it) call Sway Ask why I can't go on 45 because of you (brrt) ask Interscope How you had Paul tryin' to shelf me (huh?) Still can't up the fact Your last albums is as bad as your selfie Now tell me, what do you stand (what?) I know you stand yourself (no) Tryin' to be the old you so bad you Stan (ha) leave all the beefin' to 50 (please) Em, you're 50 Why you claimin' that I'ma call When you the one that Diddy (facts) Then you and called Jimmy (facts) They called me in the morning (what?) They told me you mad a tweet You me to say sorry (what?) I swear to God I ain't him (nah) Please say it so (no) The big bad bully of the rap game can't take a fuckin' Oh you want some fuckin' (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) have a heart attack now (no) Somebody your mans up (help) Knees weak of old age, the real Shady can't stand up
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, let's about it Both of us single dads from the Midwest, we can about it Or we could get gully, I'll up your body And put white chalk around it
Marshall, my name's Colson You go back to Recovery I know your ego is Just knowin' all of your 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 you done to me Dropped an album just of me Damn, you in love me! You got money but I'm I like the diss but you say them lyrics out in front of me out to every rapper that's up under me Know that I'll never do you like fuckery Still bitter everyone loves you Pull wedgie out your dungarees (hey) I gotta respect the OGs and I know of 'em personally (ayy) But you're just a bully like a baby So I read you a nursery (nursery) I'm the of the future And you're Ebenezer Scrooge (facts) I said on anyone could get it I know it would be you
I'm sick of them sweatsuits and them corny hats, let's talk it I'm sick of you bein' 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 up your body And put some white around it
Ridin' shotty 'cause I roll this dope It's a fast when your idols become your rivals, yeah Never to say it to your face, I'm a asshole motherfucker Oh my god,
We you get nervous, Rabbit I see spaghetti all over your sweater I wish you would lose on the records That you made a decade ago, they better to them, you're a national treasure To me, you're as soft as a The to be scared to ask Rihanna for her number Just hold her "I'm not afraid," okay Oscar the Grouch, on the couch (fuck) You got an Oscar, Can anyone else get food in their mouth? (For real)
They made a movie you, you're in everybody's top ten You're not getting better time fine, Eminem, put down the pen Or an apology Over the simple you had to diss to acknowledge me I am the How I even 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 home on a You named after a candy I was named a gangster (brr) And don't be a sucker and my verse Off of album, thank you (thank you) I just wanna feed my You tryna stop the to support her You the one always talkin' 'bout the Text me the addy, I'm up scrappin' And I'm by my self, what's happenin'?
EST captain, me or shoot me That's what he's gonna to do to me he realizes there ain't shit he could do to me Everybody hated me, this isn't anything new to me Yeah there's a between us I got all of my shit Dre producin' me (ayy) I you're not used to me Usually one of your disses should me But I'm from Cleveland quiet this evenin', I'm readin' the eulogy (shh) Dropped an album Kamikaze So that means he him Already fucked one rapper's girl this Don't me call Kim
I'm of them sweatsuits and them corny hats, let's talk about it I'm sick of you bein' rich and you 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 size up body And put some white chalk it