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Oh my god, Ronny Ay, person grab him some clippers His fuckin ‘ beard is weird Tough speak from a rapper payin ‘ millions for security a class ” I think my dad ‘s gone crazy, ” yeah, Hailie, you right Dad ‘s always huffy cooped up in the studio, yellin ‘ at the mic You ‘re sober and bored, huh ? ( I know ) About to be forty-six years old, frank Talkin ‘ ’bout “ I’ma call up Trick Trick ” man, you sound like a bitch, bitch Man up and handle your denounce ( ugh ) Mad about somethin ‘ I said in 2012 Took you six years and a surprise album fair to come with a diss Homie we get it, we know that you ‘re the greatest knocker alive Fuckin ‘ swot, all you do is read the dictionary and stay inside Fuck Rap God, I ‘m the Rap Devil Comin ‘ bare-faced with a black power shovel Like the Armageddon when the smoke settle His body following to this implemental, I ‘m sayin’ I ‘m sick of them sweatsuits and them corny hats, let ‘s talk about it I ‘m ill 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 methamphetamine around it Let ‘s talk about the fact you actually blackballed a rapper That ‘s doubly arsenic young as you ( let ‘s talk about it ) Let ‘s call Sway, ask why I ca n’t go on Shade 45 because of you ( brrt ) Let ‘s ask Interscope How you had Paul Rosenberg tryin ‘ to shelf me ( huh ? ) still ca n’t cover up the fact Your final four album is equally bad as your selfie now tell me, what do you stand for ? ( what ? ) I know you ca n’t stand yourself ( no ) Tryin ‘ to be the old you so bad you Stan yourself ( hour angle ) 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 league called me in the dawn ( what ? ) They told me you mad about a tweet You wanted me to say blue ( what ? ) I swear to God I ai n’t believe ’em ( nah ) Please say it ai n’t so ( no ) The big bad browbeat of the rap game ca n’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 ) Do n’t have a heart attack now ( no ) person help your mans up ( help ) Knees faint of erstwhile senesce, the real Slim Shady ca n’t stand up I ‘m disgusted of them sweatsuits and them corny hats, let ‘s talk about it I ‘m ghastly of you bein ‘ fat and you still mad, let ‘s lecture 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 consistency 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 ( hawaii ) He like, “ Damn, he a younger me Except he dresses better and I ‘m atrocious Always making playfulness of me ” Stop all the thuggery, Marshall, you livin ‘ in lavishness ( curse ) 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 dis but you wo n’t say them lyrics out in front of me Shout out to every knocker 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 got tantalum deference the OGs and I know most of ’em personally ( ayy ) But you ‘re barely a bully actin ‘ like a baby So I got tantalum read you a nursery ( nursery ) I ‘m the haunt of the future And you ‘re just Ebenezer Scrooge ( facts ) I said on Flex anyone could get it I ai n’t know it would be you I ‘m ghastly of them sweatsuits and them corny hats, let ‘s talk about it I ‘m vomit of you bein ‘ rich and you hush 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 Ridin ‘ shotty ’cause I got tantalum seethe this dope It ‘s a fast road when your idols become your rivals, yea Never hesitate to say it to your boldness, I ‘m a arse Bitch-ass asshole We know you get skittish, 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 equally cushy as a feather The type to be scared to ask Rihanna for her act Just hold her umbrella-ella-ella ” I ‘m not afraid, ” okay, Oscar the Grouch, chill on the frame ( 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 all right, 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 ai n’t american samoa grandiloquent as me 5’8 ” and I ‘m 6’4 ”, seven punches hold your head calm last clock you saw 8 Mile was at home on a treadmill You were named after a sugarcoat I was named after a gangster ( brr ) And do n’t be a sucker and take my verse Off of Yelawolf ‘s album, thank you ( thank you ) I equitable wan sodium feed my daughter You tryna stop the money to support her You the one always talkin ‘ ’bout the legal 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 gon sodium have to do to me When he realizes there ai n’t shit he could do to me Everybody always hated me, this is n’t anything new to me Yeah, there ‘s a difference between us I got all of my damn without Dre producin ‘ 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 knocker ‘s daughter this week Do n’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 people and you hush mad, let ‘s lecture 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
Colson Baker, Nils Noehden, Ronald Oneil Spence

Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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