Oh my god, Ronny
Ay, 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 crazy," yeah,
Hailie, you right
Dad's always mad cooped up in the studio,
yellin' at the mic
You're sober and bored,
huh? (I know)
About to be forty- six years old, dog
Talkin' 'bout "I'ma call
up Trick Trick"
Man, you sound like a bitch, bitch
Man up and handle your shit (ugh)
Mad about somethin' I said in 2012
Took you six years and a surprise al
bum 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'
Let's talk about the fact you actually
blackballed a rapper
That's twice as young as you
(let's talk about it)
Let's call Sway, ask why I can't go on Shade
45 because of you (brrt)
Let's ask Interscope
How you had Paul Rosenberg
tryin' to shelf me (huh?)
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? (what?)
I know you can't stand
yourself (no)
Tryin' to be the old you so bad
you Stan yourself (ha)
Let's leave all the beefin'
to 50 (please)
Em, you're pushin' fifty
Why you claimin' I'ma call Puff?
When you the one that
called Diddy (facts)
Then you went and called Jimmy (facts)
They conference called me in the
morning (what?)
They told me you mad about a tweet
You wanted me to say sorry (what?)
I swear to God I ain't believe
'em (nah)
Please say it ain't so (no)
The big bad bully of the rap game
can't take a fuckin' joke
Oh you want some fuckin'
smoke (what?)
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 (brra)
Don't have a heart attack
now (no)
Somebody help your mans
up (help)
Knees weak of old age,
the real Slim Shady can't stand up
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 (hi)
He like, "Damn, he a younger me
Except he dresses better and I'm ugly
Always making fun of me"
Stop all the thuggery, Marshall,
you livin' in luxury (damn)
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 (hey)
I gotta respect the OGs and I know most
of 'em personally (ayy)
But you're just a bully actin' like a baby
So I gotta read you a nursery (nursery)
I'm the ghost of the future
And you're just Ebenezer
Scrooge (facts)
I said on Flex anyone could get it
I ain't know it would be you
We know you get nervous, Rabbit
I see Momma'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 (fuck)
You got an Oscar, damn
Can anyone else get some food
in they mouth? (for real)
They made a movie about you,
you're in everybody's top ten
You're not getting 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
5'8" and I'm 6'4", 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
(brr)
And don't be a sucker and take my verse
Off of Yelawolf's album,
thank you (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 pro
ducin' me (ayy)
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 (shh)
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
