Oh my god,
Ayy, somebody him some clippers (zzzzt) His fuckin' is weird Tough talk from a payin' millions for security 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 call up Trick" Man, you like a bitch, bitch Man up and handle shit (ugh) Mad about somethin' I 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 rapper alive Fuckin' dweeb, all you do is the dictionary and stay inside Rap God, I'm the Rap Devil Comin' bare-faced a black shovel Like the when the smoke settle His body next to 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, I'll up your body And put some white chalk it
Let's talk about the fact you blackballed a rapper That's twice as young as you (let's talk it) Let's Sway Ask why I can't go on Shade 45 of you (brrt) Let's ask How you had Rosenberg tryin' to shelf me (huh?) can't cover up the fact Your last four albums is as bad as your Now tell me, what do you for? (what?) I you can't stand yourself (no) Tryin' to be the old you so bad you Stan (ha) Let's leave all the to 50 (please) Em, pushin' 50 Why you claimin' that I'ma Puff? When you the one called Diddy (facts) you went and called Jimmy (facts) They conference me in the morning (what?) told me you mad about a tweet 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 can't take a fuckin' joke Oh you want some smoke (what?) But not literally, you'll 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) weak 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 Both of us single dads from the Midwest, we can about it Or we get gully, I'll size up your body And put white chalk around it
Hello Marshall, my name's You go back to Recovery I your ego is hurtin' Just knowin' that all of your 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 just because of me Damn, you in with me! You got but I'm hungry I like the diss but you won't say them lyrics out in of me out to every rapper that's up under me Know I'll never do you like this fuckery Still bitter after loves you Pull that wedgie out dungarees (hey) I gotta the OGs and I know most of 'em personally (ayy) But you're just a bully actin' like a So I gotta read you a (nursery) I'm the ghost of the And you're just Scrooge (facts) I said on Flex anyone get it I ain't it would be you
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 about it Or we could get gully, I'll up your body And put some chalk around it
Ridin' 'cause I gotta roll this dope It's a fast road when your idols become your rivals, Never hesitate to say it to face, I'm a asshole motherfucker Oh my god,
We know you get nervous, I see Momma's spaghetti all over sweater I wish you would yourself on the records That you made a decade ago, they were Accordin' to them, a national treasure To me, you're as soft as a The type to be scared to ask Rihanna for her Just hold her "I'm not afraid," okay the Grouch, chill on the couch (fuck) You got an Oscar, Can anyone else get some food in their (For real)
They made a 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 fact you had to diss to acknowledge me I am the How could I even up to you? You ain't as tall as me 5'8" and I'm 6'4", seven punches your head still Last you saw 8 Mile was at home on a treadmill You were named a candy I was named after a (brr) And don't be a sucker and take my Off of Yelawolf's album, you (thank you) I just feed my daughter You tryna stop the to support her You the one always 'bout the action Text me the addy, I'm up scrappin' And I'm by my fuckin' self, happenin'?
EST captain, me or shoot me That's what he's gonna 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 there's a difference between us I got all of my shit Dre producin' me (ayy) I you're not used to me one of your disses should ruin me But I'm from Cleveland Everybody quiet evenin', I'm readin' the eulogy (shh) Dropped an called Kamikaze So that he killed him Already fucked one rapper's girl week Don't me call Kim
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, talk about it of us single dads from the Midwest, we can talk about it Or we get gully, I'll size up your body And put white chalk around it