Ayy
Somebody grab him some clippers
His fuckin' beard is weird
Tough talk from a rapper payin' millions for security a year
I think my dad's gone
Yeah Hailie you right
Dad's always mad cooped up in the studio yellin' at the mic
You're sober and bored huh
'Bout to be forty-six years old dog
Talkin' 'bout Imma call up
Trick Trick
Man you sound like a bitch bitch
Man up and handle your shit
Mad about somethin'
I said in twenty-twelve
Took you six years and a surprise album just to come with a diss
Homie we get it
We know that you're the greatest rapper alive
Fuckin' dweeb
All you do is read the dictionary and stay inside
Fuck Rap God
I'm the Rap Devil
Comin' bare-faced with a black shovel
Like the Armageddon when the smoke settle
His body next to this instrumental
I'm sayin'
I'm sick 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 talk about it
Both of us single dads from the Midwest
We can talk about it
Or we could get gully
I'll size up your body and put some white chalk around it
Let's talk about the fact you actually blackballed a rapper that's twice as young as you
Let's call Sway, ask why
I can't go on Shade Forty-Five because of you
Let's ask Interscope how you had Paul Rosenberg tryin' to shelf me
Still can't cover up the fact your last four albums is as bad as your selfie
Now tell me
What do you stand for
I know you can't stand yourself
Tryin' to be the old you so bad you Stan yourself
Let's leave all the beefin' to 50
Em you're pushin' fifty
Why you claimin' that Imma call Puff when you the one that called Diddy
Then you went and called Jimmy
They conference called me in the mornin'
They told me you mad about a tweet
You wanted me to say sorry
I swear to God I ain't believe him
Please say it ain't so
The big bad bully of the rap game can't take a fuckin' joke
Oh you want some fuckin' smoke
But not literally, you'll choke
Yeah I'll acknowledge you're the GOAT but I'm The Gunner bitch
I got you in the scope
Don't have a heart attack now
Somebody help your mans up
Knees weak of old age
The real Slim Shady can't stand up
I'm sick 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 talk about it
Both of us single dads from the Midwest
We can talk about it
Or we could get gully
I'll size up your body and put some white chalk around it
Hello Marshall
My name's Colson
You should go back to Recovery
I know your ego is hurtin'
Just knowin' that all of your fans discovered me
He like Damn he a younger me
Except he dresses better and I'm ugly
Always makin' fun of me
Stop all the thuggery Marshall
You livin' in luxury
Look what you done to me
Dropped an album just because of me
Damn you in love with me
You got money but I'm hungry
I like the diss but you won't say them lyrics out in front of me
Shout out to every rapper that's up under me
Know that I'll never do you like this fuckery
Still bitter after everyone loves you
Pull that wedgie out your dungarees
I gotta respect the OGs and I know most of 'em personally
But you're just a bully actin' like a baby so I gotta read you a nursery
I'm the ghost of the future and you're just Ebenezer Scrooge
I said on Flex anyone could get it
I ain't know it would be you
I'm sick 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 talk about it
Both of us single dads from the Midwest
We can talk about it
Or we could get gully
I'll size up your body and put some white chalk around it
Ayy
Ridin' shotty 'cos
I gotta roll this dope
It's a fast road when your idols become your rivals yeah
Never hesitate to say it to your face
I'm a asshole
Bitch-ass motherfucker
We know you get nervous Rabbit
I see Mama's spaghetti all over your sweater
I wish you would lose yourself on the records that you made a decade ago
They were better
Accordin' to them you're a national treasure
To me you're as soft as a feather
The type to be scared to ask Rihanna for her number
Just hold her umbrella-ella-ella
I'm not afraid
Okay Oscar the Grouch
Chill on the couch
You got an Oscar, damn
Can anyone else get some food in their mouth
They made a movie about you
You're in everybody's top ten
You're not gettin' better with time
It's fine Eminem put down the pen
Or write an apology over the simple fact you had to diss to acknowledge me
I am the prodigy
How could I even look up to you
You ain't as tall as me
Five-eight and I'm six-four
Seven punches hold your head still
Last time you saw 8 Mile was at home on a treadmill
You were named after a candy
I was named after a gangster
And don't be a sucker and take my verse off of Yelawolf's album thank you
I just wanna feed my daughter
You tryna stop the money to support her
You the one always talkin' 'bout the action
Text me the addy
I'm pullin' up scrappin'
And I'm by my fuckin' self
What's happenin'
EST captain
Salute me or shoot me
That's what he's gonna have to do to me when he realizes there ain't shit he could do to me
Everybody always hated me
This isn't anything new to me
Yeah there's a difference between us
I got all of my shit without Dre producin' me
I know you're not used to me
Usually one of your disses should ruin me
But bitch I'm from Cleveland
Everybody quiet this evenin'
I'm readin' the eulogy
You dropped an album called Kamikaze so that means he killed him
Already fucked one rapper's girl this week
Don't make me call Kim
I'm sick 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 talk about it
Both of us single dads from the Midwest
We can talk about it
Or we could get gully
I'll size up your body and put some white chalk around it
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