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Oh my god,

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

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

Let's talk about the you actually blackballed a rapper
twice as young as you (let's talk about it)
Let's Sway
Ask why I go on Shade 45 because of you (brrt)
Let's ask
How you had Rosenberg tryin' to shelf me (huh?)
Still cover up the fact
Your last four is as bad as your selfie
Now tell me, what do you for? (what?)
I know you can't yourself (no)
Tryin' to be the old you so bad you yourself (ha)
leave all the beefin' to 50 (please)
Em, you're 50
Why you claimin' I'ma call Puff?
When you the one that called (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 swear to God I believe him (nah)
say it ain't so (no)
The big bad bully of the rap game can't a fuckin' joke
Oh you want some fuckin' (what?)
But not literally, you'll
Yeah acknowledge you're the GOAT
But I'm The Gunner, bitch, I got you in the (brra)
Don't 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 sweatsuits and corny hats, let's talk about it
I'm sick of you bein' rich and you still mad, talk about it
of us single dads from the Midwest, we can talk about it
Or we could get gully, I'll size up your
And put some chalk around it

Hello Marshall, my Colson
You should go back to
I know ego is hurtin'
Just knowin' that all of your fans me (hi)
He like, "Damn, he a me
he dresses 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 album just of me
Damn, you in with me!
You got but I'm hungry
I like the diss but you won't say them out in front of me
Shout out to every that's up under me
Know that never do you like this fuckery
Still after everyone loves you
Pull that wedgie out dungarees (hey)
I gotta respect the OGs and I most of 'em personally (ayy)
But you're just a actin' like a baby
So I gotta read you a (nursery)
I'm the of the future
And you're just Ebenezer (facts)
I said on Flex anyone get it
I ain't know it be you

I'm 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 about 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 some chalk around it

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

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

They made a movie you, you're in everybody's top ten
You're not better with time
It's fine, Eminem, put the pen
Or write an
Over the fact you had to diss to acknowledge me
I am the
How could I even look up to You ain't as tall as me
5'8" and I'm 6'4", seven punches hold your still
Last time you saw 8 Mile was at home on a
You were after a candy
I was after a gangster (brr)
And don't be a sucker and take my
Off of album, thank you (thank you)
I wanna feed my daughter
You stop the money to support her
You the one always talkin' the action
Text me the addy, I'm pullin' up
And I'm by my fuckin' self, happenin'?

EST captain, salute me or me
That's what gonna have to do to me
When he there ain't shit he could do to me
Everybody hated me, this isn't anything new to me
Yeah a difference between us
I got all of my shit Dre producin' me (ayy)
I know not used to me
one of your disses should ruin me
But bitch I'm from
Everybody quiet this evenin', I'm readin' the (shh)
Dropped an album Kamikaze
So means he killed him
Already one rapper's girl this week
Don't make me Kim

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