Oh my god,
Ayy somebody grab him clippers (Zzz) His fucking is weird Tough talk from a rapper paying millions for security a "I my dad's gone crazy," yeah Hailie you right Dad's always mad up in the studio yelling at the mic sober 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 handle your (Ugh) Mad something I said in 2012 Took you six years and a surprise album to come with a diss Homie we get it, we know that you're the greatest rapper Fucking dweeb, all you do is read the dictionary and stay Fuck Rap God, I'm the Rap Coming bear face a black shovel Like the Armageddon the smoke settle His 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 being rich and you mad, let's 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 some white around it
Let's talk about the fact you actually blacked a rapper that's twice as young as you (Let's talk it) Let's call Sway, ask why I can't go on Shade 45 of you (Brr) Let's ask how you had Paul trying to shelf me (Huh?) Still can't cover up the your last four is as bad as your selfie Now tell me, what do you stand (What?) I know you stand yourself (No) Trying to be the old you so bad you yourself (Ha) leave all the beefing to 50 (Please) Em pushing 50 Why you claiming that I'ma call When you the one that called (Facts) Then you went and called (Facts) They conference me in the morning (What?) They told me you mad about a You wanted me to say (What?) I swear to God I believed him (Nah) Please say it so (No) The big bad bully of the rap game take a fucking joke Oh you want fucking smoke (What?) But not literally, choke Yeah I'll acknowledge the GOAT But I'm the bitch, I got you in the scope (Brra) Don't a heart attack now (No) Somebody help mans up (Help) Knees of old age The real Slim Shady stand up
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 from the Midwest, we can talk about it Or we could get gully size up your body and put some chalk around it
Hello Marshall, my name's You should go to Recovery I your ego is hurting just knowing all of your fans discovered me (Hi) He "Damn, he a younger me Except he dresses and I'm ugly making fun of me" Stop all the Marshall, you living in luxury (Damn) what you done to me, dropped 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 those lyrics out in of me Shout out to rapper that's up under me Know that I'll never do you like fuckery Still bitter everyone loves you Pull that wedgie out your (Hey) I gotta respect the OGs and I know of 'em personally (Aye) But you're just a bully like a so I gotta read you a nursery (Nursery) I'm the ghost of the future and you're just Scrooge (Facts) I said on Flex, could get it I know it would be you
I'm of them sweatsuits and them corny hats, let's talk about it I'm sick of you being rich and you still mad, let's about it Both of us single from the Midwest, we can talk about it Or we could get I'll size up your body and put some white chalk it
shotty cause I gotta roll this dope It's a fast road when your become your rivals Never hesitate to say it to your face, I'm an ass motherfucker Oh my god,
We know you get nervous, I see momma's spaghetti all over sweater I you would lose yourself on the record that you a decade ago, they were better According to you're a national treasure To me as soft as a feather The to be scared to ask Rihanna for her number, just her umbrella-ella-ella "I'm not afraid," okay Oscar the Grouch, chill on the (Fuck) You got an Oscar, damn can anyone else get food in their mouth? (For real) made a movie about you, you're in everybody's top ten You're not getting better with It's fine Eminem, put the pen Or write an apology the simple fact you had to write a to acknowledge me I am the prodigy, how I even look up to you You ain't as as me 5'8" and I'm 6'4" Seven punches hold your head Last time you saw 8 Mile was at 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 album, thank you (Thank you) I wanna feed my daughter You to stop the money to support her You the one always about the action Text me the addy, I'm pulling up And I'm by fucking myself, what's EST captain, me or shoot me That's what he's have to do to me when he realizes ain't shit he could do to me always hated me, this isn't anything new to me Yeah there's a difference us, I got all of my shit without Dre me (Aye) I know you're not to me Usually one of your should ruin me But bitch I'm Cleveland, everybody quiet this evening, I'm reading the (Shh) Dropped an called Kamikaze, so that means it killed him Already fucked one rapper's this week, don't make me call Kim
I'm of them sweatsuits and them corny hats, let's talk about it I'm of you being 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