Oh my god, RonnyAy, somebody grab him some clippers zt His fucking beard is weird Tough talk from a rapper paying mill' for security a year “I think my dad’s gone crazy,” yeah, Hailie, you right Dad’s always mad cooped up in the studio, yelling at the mic You’re sober and bored, huh I know About to be 46 years old, dog Talking ’bout “I'm a call up Trick Trick” Man, you sound like a bitch, bitch Man up and handle your shit ugh Mad about something I said in 2012 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 Fucking dweeb, all you do is read the dictionary and stay inside Fuck Rap God, I’m the Rap Devil Coming bare-faced with a black shovel Like the Armageddon when the smoke settle His body next to this instrumental I’m sayingI’m sick of them sweat suits and them corny hats, let’s talk about it I’m sick of you being 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 itLet’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 Inters cope how you had Paul Rosenberg trying 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 Trying to be the old you so bad you Stan yourself ha Let’s leave all the beefing to 50 please Em you’re pushing 50 Why you claiming that I’m a 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 am not believe him nah Please say it am not so no The big bad bully of the rap game can’t take a fucking joke Oh you want some fucking 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 braa Don’t have a heart attack now no Somebody help your man's up help Knees weak of old age The real Slim Shady can’t stand upI’m sick of them sweat suits and them corny hats, let’s talk about it I’m sick of you being 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 yourBody and put some white chalk around itHello Marshall, my name’s Colson You should go back to Recovery I know your ego is hurting just knowingThat 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 living in luxury damn Look what you done to meDropped an album just because of me Damn, you in love with me You got money but I’m hungry
Shout out to every rapper that’s up under me Know that i’ll never do you like this fakery Still bitter after everyone loves you Pull that wedge out your dungarees hey I got to respect the ogs and I know most of ’em personally aay But you’re just a bully acting like a baby soI got to 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 am not know it would be youI’m sick of them sweat suits and them corny hats, let’s talk about it I’m sick of you being 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 itRiding snotty ’cause I got to 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 an asshole Bitch ass motherfucker Oh my god, RonnyWe know you get nervous, Rabbit I see momma’s spaghetti all over your sweater I wish you would lose yourself on the recordsThat you made a decade ago, they were better According 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 umbrella umbrella “I’m not afraid,” okay Oscar the Grouch, chill on the couch fuc’ You got an Oscar, damn can anyone else get some food in their 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 about the simpleFact you had to diss to acknowledge me I am the prodigy, how could I even look up to you You am not 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 ofYela-wolf’s album, thank you thank you I just want to feed my daughter You tried to stop the money to support her You the one always talk about the action Text me the Addy, I’m pulling up scrapping’ And I’m by fucking myself, what’s happening? EST captain, salute me or shoot me That’s what he’s goanna have to do to me whenHe realizes there am not shit he could do to me Everybody always hated me, this isn’t anything new to me Yeah there’s a difference between usI got all of my shit without Dre producing me aay 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 eveningI’m reading the eulogy sh Dropped an album called Kamikaze, so that means he killed him Already fucked one rapper’s girl this week, don’t make me call KimI’m sick of them sweat suits and them corny hats, let’s talk about it I’m sick of you being 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
