Oh my god,
Ayy, somebody grab him clippers (zzzzt) His fuckin' is weird Tough talk from a rapper payin' millions for a year "I my dad's gone crazy," yeah, Hailie, you right always mad cooped up in the studio, yellin' at the mic You're and bored, huh? (I know) to be 46 years old, dog Talkin' 'bout "I'ma up Trick Trick" Man, you sound like a bitch, Man up and handle shit (ugh) Mad about somethin' I in 2012 Took you six and a surprise album just to come with a diss Homie we get it, we know you're the greatest rapper alive Fuckin' dweeb, all you do is read the dictionary and stay Fuck Rap God, I'm the Rap Comin' bare-faced with a shovel the Armageddon when the smoke settle His next to this instrumental, I'm sayin'
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 dads from the Midwest, we can talk about it Or we get gully, I'll size up your body And put some white around it
Let's talk about the fact you actually a rapper That's twice as young as you (let's talk it) Let's call Ask why I go on Shade 45 because of you (brrt) ask Interscope How you had Paul Rosenberg tryin' to me (huh?) Still can't cover up the last four 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 yourself (ha) Let's all the beefin' to 50 (please) Em, you're 50 Why you claimin' I'ma call Puff? you the one that 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 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 want some fuckin' (what?) But not literally, choke 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 help mans up (help) Knees weak of old age, the real Slim can't stand up
I'm sick of them and them corny hats, let's talk about 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, I'll up your body And put some white around it
Hello Marshall, my Colson You go back to Recovery I your ego is hurtin' Just knowin' all of your fans 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 what you to me an album just because of me Damn, you in with me! You got but I'm hungry I the diss but you won't say them lyrics out in front of me Shout out to every rapper up under me Know that I'll never do you like this 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 just a bully like a baby So I gotta you a nursery (nursery) I'm the ghost of the And you're just 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' rich and you still mad, talk about it Both of us single dads from the Midwest, we can about it Or we could get gully, I'll size up your And put some chalk around it
Ridin' '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 know you get nervous, I see Momma's spaghetti all your sweater I wish you would lose yourself on the That you made a ago, they were better to them, you're a national treasure To me, you're as soft as a The type to be scared to ask Rihanna for her Just 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)
made a movie about you, you're in everybody's top ten You're not getting with time fine, Eminem, put down the pen Or write an Over the simple you had to diss to acknowledge 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 hold your head still Last time you saw 8 was at home on a treadmill You were named 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 tryna the money to support her You the one always talkin' the action Text me the addy, I'm pullin' up And I'm by my self, what's happenin'?
EST captain, me or shoot me what he's gonna have to do to me When he there ain't shit he could do to me Everybody always me, this isn't anything new to me Yeah there's a difference 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 bitch I'm from Everybody 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 make me Kim
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 about it Both of us single dads from the Midwest, we can talk it Or we could get gully, I'll up your body And put some white around it