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Oh my god,

Ayy, somebody grab him clippers (zzzzt)
His fuckin' beard is
Tough talk from a rapper payin' for security a year
"I my dad's gone crazy," yeah, Hailie, you right
Dad's always mad cooped up in the studio, at the mic
sober and bored, huh? (I know)
About to be 46 old, dog
Talkin' 'bout "I'ma up Trick Trick"
Man, you sound like a bitch,
Man up and handle shit (ugh)
Mad about somethin' I said in
Took you six and a surprise album just to come with a diss
we get it, we know that you're the greatest rapper alive
Fuckin' dweeb, all you do is read the and stay inside
Rap God, I'm the Rap Devil
Comin' with a black shovel
Like the Armageddon when the settle
His body next to instrumental, I'm sayin'

I'm sick of them sweatsuits and them 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 from the Midwest, we can talk about it
Or we get gully, I'll size up your body
And put some white chalk it

Let's talk about the fact you actually a rapper
That's twice as young as you (let's about it)
Let's call
Ask why I can't go on Shade 45 of you (brrt)
Let's ask
How you had Paul Rosenberg to shelf me (huh?)
Still can't up the fact
Your last four albums is as bad as your
Now tell me, what do you stand (what?)
I know you can't yourself (no)
to be the old you so bad you Stan yourself (ha)
Let's all the beefin' to 50 (please)
Em, pushin' 50
Why you that I'ma call Puff?
When you the one that called (facts)
Then you went and called (facts)
They conference me in the morning (what?)
told me you mad about a tweet
You wanted me to say (what?)
I swear to God I believe him (nah)
say it ain't so (no)
The big bad bully of the rap game can't take a joke
Oh you want fuckin' smoke (what?)
But not literally, you'll
Yeah acknowledge you're the GOAT
But I'm The Gunner, bitch, I got you in the (brra)
have a heart attack now (no)
Somebody help mans up (help)
Knees weak of old age, the real Shady can't stand up

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

Hello Marshall, my name's
You should go to Recovery
I your ego is hurtin'
Just knowin' that all of fans discovered me (hi)
He like, "Damn, he a me
Except he better and I'm ugly
Always fun of me."
all the thuggery, Marshall, you livin' in luxury (damn)
Look what you to me
Dropped an just because of me
Damn, you in with me!
You got money but I'm
I like the diss but you won't say them lyrics out in of me
Shout out to every rapper up under me
Know that I'll never do you like fuckery
bitter after everyone loves you
Pull wedgie out your dungarees (hey)
I respect the OGs and I know most of 'em personally (ayy)
But you're a bully actin' like a baby
So I read you a nursery (nursery)
I'm the of the future
And you're just Ebenezer (facts)
I on Flex anyone could get it
I know it would 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 single dads from the Midwest, we can about it
Or we could get gully, I'll size up body
And put white chalk around it

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

We you get nervous, Rabbit
I see Momma's all over your sweater
I wish you would lose on the records
you made a decade ago, they were better
Accordin' to them, you're a national
To me, you're as as a feather
The type to be to ask Rihanna for her number
hold her umbrella-ella-ella
"I'm not afraid," Oscar the Grouch, chill on the couch (fuck)
You got an Oscar,
Can anyone else get some in their mouth? (For real)

They made a about you, you're in everybody's top ten
not getting better with time
It's fine, Eminem, put the pen
Or an apology
Over the simple you had to diss to acknowledge me
I am the
How could I even look up to you? You ain't as as me
5'8" and I'm 6'4", seven hold your head still
Last you saw 8 Mile was at home on a treadmill
You named after a candy
I was named after a (brr)
And don't be a sucker and my verse
Off of Yelawolf's album, you (thank you)
I just feed my daughter
You tryna stop the money to her
You the one always 'bout the action
me the addy, I'm pullin' up scrappin'
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 hated me, isn't anything new to me
Yeah a difference between us
I got all of my shit Dre producin' me (ayy)
I you're not used to me
Usually one of your disses should me
But bitch I'm Cleveland
Everybody quiet this evenin', I'm readin' the (shh)
an album called Kamikaze
So that means he him
Already fucked one rapper's girl week
Don't me call Kim

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