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Oh my god,

Ayy, somebody him some clippers (zzzzt)
His beard is weird
Tough talk from a payin' millions for security a year
"I think my gone crazy," yeah, Hailie, you right
Dad's mad cooped up in the studio, yellin' at the mic
You're sober and bored, (I know)
About to be 46 old, dog
Talkin' 'bout "I'ma call up 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 just to come with a diss
Homie we get it, we know that you're the greatest rapper
Fuckin' dweeb, all you do is the dictionary and stay inside
Rap God, I'm the Rap Devil
Comin' with a black shovel
Like the Armageddon the smoke settle
His next to this instrumental, I'm sayin'

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

talk about the fact you actually blackballed a rapper
That's twice as young as you (let's talk it)
call Sway
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 cover up the fact
Your four albums is as bad as your selfie
Now me, what do you stand for? (what?)
I you can't stand yourself (no)
to be the old you so bad you Stan yourself (ha)
Let's all the beefin' to 50 (please)
Em, you're 50
Why you claimin' that I'ma Puff?
When you the one called Diddy (facts)
you went and called Jimmy (facts)
They called 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 some smoke (what?)
But not literally, choke
I'll 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 Slim can't stand up

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

Marshall, my name's Colson
You go back to Recovery
I your ego is hurtin'
Just knowin' that all of 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 just because of me
Damn, you in with me!
You got but I'm hungry
I like the diss but you say them lyrics out in front of me
Shout out to every that's up under me
Know that I'll do you like this fuckery
Still bitter after everyone you
Pull that wedgie out dungarees (hey)
I respect the OGs and I know most of 'em personally (ayy)
But you're just a bully actin' like a
So I gotta read you a (nursery)
I'm the ghost of the
And you're just Ebenezer (facts)
I on Flex anyone could get it
I know it would be you

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

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

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

made a movie about you, you're in everybody's top ten
You're not getting better with
It's fine, Eminem, put the pen
Or an apology
Over the fact 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 punches hold your still
Last you saw 8 Mile was at home on a treadmill
You were after a candy
I was after a gangster (brr)
And don't be a sucker and my verse
Off of album, thank you (thank you)
I wanna feed my daughter
You tryna the money to support her
You the one talkin' 'bout the action
Text me the addy, I'm pullin' up
And I'm by my fuckin' self, what's

EST captain, salute me or me
That's what he's gonna to do to me
he realizes there ain't shit he could do to me
Everybody hated me, this isn't anything new to me
Yeah there's a between us
I got all of my shit without Dre me (ayy)
I you're not used to me
Usually one of disses should ruin me
But I'm from Cleveland
Everybody quiet evenin', I'm readin' the eulogy (shh)
an album called Kamikaze
So means he killed him
fucked one rapper's girl this week
Don't make me Kim

I'm of them sweatsuits 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 talk it
Or we could get gully, I'll size up body
And put white chalk around it