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Oh my god,

Ayy, grab him some clippers (zzzzt)
His fuckin' is weird
talk from a rapper payin' millions for security a year
"I think my dad's gone crazy," yeah, Hailie, you
Dad's mad cooped up in the studio, yellin' at the mic
sober and bored, huh? (I know)
About to be 46 old, dog
Talkin' 'bout "I'ma call up Trick"
Man, you sound like a bitch,
Man up and your shit (ugh)
Mad about I said in 2012
Took you six and a surprise album just to come with a diss
Homie we get it, we that you're the greatest rapper alive
Fuckin' dweeb, all you do is read the and stay inside
Rap God, I'm the Rap Devil
Comin' bare-faced with a shovel
Like the when the smoke settle
His body next to instrumental, I'm sayin'

I'm sick of them and them corny hats, let's talk 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, I'll size up your
And put some white around 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)
Let's ask
How you had Paul Rosenberg tryin' to me (huh?)
can't cover up the fact
Your last albums is as bad as your selfie
Now tell me, do you stand for? (what?)
I know you stand yourself (no)
Tryin' to be the old you so bad you Stan (ha)
Let's leave all the to 50 (please)
Em, you're 50
Why you claimin' I'ma call Puff?
When you the one called Diddy (facts)
you went and called Jimmy (facts)
They conference me in the morning (what?)
They told me you mad a tweet
You wanted me to say (what?)
I to God I ain't believe him (nah)
Please say it so (no)
The big bad bully of the rap can't take a fuckin' joke
Oh you want fuckin' 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 help mans up (help)
Knees weak of old age, the real Shady can't stand up

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 dads the Midwest, we can talk about it
Or we could get gully, I'll up your body
And put white chalk around it

Marshall, my name's Colson
You should go to Recovery
I your ego is hurtin'
Just knowin' that all of 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)
what you done to me
Dropped an album because of me
Damn, you in love me!
You got money but I'm
I like the 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 this fuckery
Still bitter after loves you
Pull that wedgie out dungarees (hey)
I gotta respect the OGs and I know most of 'em (ayy)
But you're a bully actin' like a baby
So I gotta read you a (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
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

Ridin' shotty 'cause I gotta this dope
It's a fast road when your idols become your rivals,
hesitate 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 over sweater
I wish you lose yourself on the records
That you made a decade ago, were better
Accordin' to them, you're a treasure
To me, as soft as a feather
The type to be to ask Rihanna for her number
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 mouth? (For real)

They made a movie you, you're in everybody's top ten
You're not getting better with
It's fine, Eminem, put the pen
Or an apology
Over the simple fact you had to diss to 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 hold your head still
Last time you saw 8 Mile was at home on a
You were named after a
I was after a gangster (brr)
And be a sucker and take my verse
Off of album, thank you (thank you)
I wanna feed my daughter
You tryna stop the to support her
You the one always 'bout the action
Text me the addy, I'm pullin' up
And I'm by my self, what's happenin'?

EST captain, salute me or 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 between us
I got all of my without Dre producin' me (ayy)
I you're not used to me
Usually one of disses should ruin me
But bitch I'm from
Everybody quiet this evenin', I'm the eulogy (shh)
Dropped an album called
So that means he him
Already fucked one rapper's this week
Don't make me Kim

I'm of them sweatsuits and them corny hats, let's talk about it
I'm sick of you bein' and you still mad, let's talk about it
Both of us dads from the Midwest, we can talk about it
Or we could get gully, I'll size up your
And put white chalk around it