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Oh my god,

Ayy, somebody grab him clippers (zzzzt)
His fuckin' is weird
Tough talk from a rapper payin' millions for security a
"I think my dad's crazy," yeah, Hailie, you right
Dad's always mad cooped up in the studio, at the mic
You're and bored, huh? (I know)
to be 46 years old, dog
Talkin' 'bout "I'ma up Trick Trick"
Man, you sound a bitch, bitch
Man up and handle your (ugh)
Mad about I said in 2012
Took you six years and a surprise album just to with a diss
Homie we get it, we know you're the greatest rapper alive
Fuckin' dweeb, all you do is the dictionary and stay inside
Rap God, I'm the Rap Devil
Comin' with a black shovel
the Armageddon when the smoke settle
His body to this instrumental, I'm sayin'

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

Let's talk the fact you actually blackballed a rapper
That's twice as as you (let's talk about it)
call Sway
Ask why I can't go on Shade 45 of you (brrt)
ask Interscope
How you had Paul Rosenberg to shelf me (huh?)
Still can't cover up the
Your last four albums is as bad as your
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 all the beefin' to 50 (please)
Em, you're 50
Why you claimin' that I'ma Puff?
you the one that called Diddy (facts)
Then you went and Jimmy (facts)
They called me in the morning (what?)
They me you mad about a tweet
You wanted me to say (what?)
I to God I ain't believe him (nah)
say it ain't so (no)
The big bad bully of the rap game can't take a fuckin'
Oh you want some fuckin' (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 a heart attack now (no)
Somebody help your up (help)
Knees weak of old age, the real Slim Shady can't up

I'm sick of them sweatsuits and them corny hats, let's about it
I'm of you bein' 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

Hello Marshall, my name's
You go back to Recovery
I your ego is hurtin'
Just that all of your fans discovered me (hi)
He like, "Damn, he a me
Except he dresses better and I'm
making fun of me."
Stop all the thuggery, Marshall, you livin' in (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 diss but you won't say lyrics out in front of me
out to every rapper that's up under me
Know that I'll never do you this fuckery
Still bitter everyone loves you
Pull that wedgie out dungarees (hey)
I gotta respect the OGs and I know of 'em personally (ayy)
But you're just a bully actin' a baby
So I gotta read you a (nursery)
I'm the ghost of the
And you're Ebenezer Scrooge (facts)
I said on anyone could get it
I ain't know it be you

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

Ridin' shotty I gotta roll this dope
It's a fast road when your become your rivals, yeah
Never hesitate to say it to your face, I'm a
motherfucker
Oh my god,

We you get nervous, Rabbit
I see Momma's spaghetti all over your
I wish you lose yourself on the records
That you made a ago, they were better
Accordin' to them, you're a national
To me, as soft as a feather
The to be scared to ask Rihanna for her number
Just hold her
"I'm not afraid," okay Oscar the Grouch, chill on the (fuck)
You got an Oscar,
Can anyone else get food in their mouth? (For real)

made a movie about you, you're in everybody's top ten
You're not better with time
fine, Eminem, put down the pen
Or write an
the simple fact you had to diss to acknowledge 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 punches hold head still
Last time you saw 8 was at home on a treadmill
You were named after a
I was named a gangster (brr)
And don't be a and take my verse
Off of Yelawolf's album, you (thank you)
I just wanna feed my
You tryna stop the to support her
You the one always talkin' 'bout the
Text me the addy, I'm pullin' up
And I'm by my fuckin' self, what's

EST captain, me or shoot me
That's what gonna have to do to me
When he realizes ain't shit he could do to me
Everybody always me, this isn't anything new to me
Yeah there's a difference us
I got all of my without Dre producin' me (ayy)
I know you're not to me
Usually one of your should ruin me
But bitch I'm Cleveland
Everybody quiet evenin', I'm readin' the eulogy (shh)
Dropped an album Kamikaze
So that means he him
fucked one rapper's girl this week
Don't me call Kim

I'm of them sweatsuits and them corny hats, let's talk about it
I'm of you bein' rich and you still mad, let's 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