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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