Oh my god, Ronnie Ay, 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, Haley, you right Dad's always mad cooped up in the studio yellin' at the mic You sober and bored, huh? I know, I'm bout to be 46 years old, dawg Talkin' bout, I'ma call up Trick-Trick, man, you sound like a bitch, bitch Man, I can handle your shit, uh, you mad about somethin' I said in 2012 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, come up barefaced 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 Rub up a single dad, it's from the Midwest, we can talk about it Or we can get dully, 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 up to shape 45 because of you Let's ask Skin & Scope how you had Paul Rosenberg tryin' to shelf me Still can't cover up the fact your last four albums as bad as your selfie, now tell me What are you stayin' for? I know you can't stand yourself Tryin' to be the old you so bad that you stayin' yourself Let's leave all the beef in the 50, and I'ma keep pushin' 50 Why you claimin' I'ma call Puff when you the one that called Diddy? Then you went and called Jimmy, they conference called me in the morning They told me you mad about a tweet, you wanted me to say sorry I swear to God I ain't believin', 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 sweat suits 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 Brother of a single dad from the Midwest, we can talk about it Or we can 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 You 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've 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 it this, but you won't say them lyrics out in front of me Shoutout 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 them personally But you just a bully actin' like a baby, so I gotta read you in nursery I'm the ghost of the future, and you just Ebeneezer Scrooge I said I'm flex, anyone can get it, I ain't know it would be you I'm sick of them sweat suits 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 All of us sing with ass from the Midwest, we can talk about it Or we can get dully, I'll size up your body and put some white chalk around it Ay, ride a shawty, cause I got a road that's 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, fuck y'all We know you get nervous, rabbit, I see mama's spaghetti all over your sweater I wish you would lose yourself in the record that you made a decade ago, they were better According 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 a number Just hold her umbrella, ella, ella, I'm not a fool Okay, Oscar the Grouch, chill on the couch Fuck, you got an Oscar, damn, can anyone else get some food in they mouth? For real, they made a movie about you, you in everybody's top ten You're not gettin' better with time, it's fine, Eminem put down a pen Or write an apology, or with a simple fact, you added this to acknowledge me I am the prodigy, how could I even look up to you, you ain't as tall as me 5'8, man, I'm 6'4, 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 Yellow Ops album, thank you I just wanna feed my daughter, you try to stop the money to support her You the one always talk about the action, text me to addy, I'm pullin' up scrappy And I'm by my fuckin' self, what's happenin'? ESC captain salute me and shoot me, that's what he's gonna have to do to me When he realizes that it ain't shit he can 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 evening, I'm readin' a eulogy 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 Love of a single dad from the Midwest, we can talk about it Or we can get dully, I'll size up your body and put some white chalk around it