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Oh my god,

Ayy, somebody grab him clippers (zzzzt)
His fuckin' is weird
Tough talk a rapper 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 and bored, huh? (I know)
About to be 46 old, dog
Talkin' 'bout "I'ma up Trick Trick"
Man, you sound a bitch, bitch
Man up and your shit (ugh)
Mad somethin' I said in 2012
Took you six years and a surprise album just to come with a
we get it, we know that 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' bare-faced with a shovel
Like the when the smoke settle
His body next to this instrumental, I'm

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
of us single dads from the Midwest, we can talk about it
Or we could get gully, I'll up your body
And put white chalk around it

Let's talk about the fact you actually a rapper
That's twice as as you (let's talk about it)
call Sway
Ask why I go on Shade 45 because of you (brrt)
ask Interscope
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 for? (what?)
I you can't stand yourself (no)
Tryin' to be the old you so bad you yourself (ha)
Let's all the beefin' to 50 (please)
Em, pushin' 50
Why you claimin' I'ma call Puff?
you the one that called Diddy (facts)
Then you went and called (facts)
conference called me in the morning (what?)
They me you mad about a tweet
You me to say sorry (what?)
I swear to God I ain't him (nah)
say it ain't so (no)
The big bad bully of the rap game take a fuckin' joke
Oh you want fuckin' smoke (what?)
But not literally, you'll
Yeah I'll you're the GOAT
But I'm The Gunner, bitch, I got you in the (brra)
Don't a heart attack now (no)
help your 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
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 white chalk it

Hello Marshall, my name's
You go back to Recovery
I know 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 in luxury (damn)
Look you done to me
an album just because of me
Damn, you in with me!
You got money but I'm
I like the but you won't say them lyrics out in front of me
Shout out to every that's up under me
that I'll never do you like this fuckery
Still after everyone loves you
that wedgie out your dungarees (hey)
I gotta respect the OGs and I know most of 'em (ayy)
But you're just a bully like a baby
So I gotta read you a (nursery)
I'm the of the future
And you're Ebenezer Scrooge (facts)
I said on Flex anyone get it
I ain't know it be you

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 get gully, I'll size up your body
And put some white chalk it

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

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

They made a movie you, you're in everybody's top ten
You're not getting better time
It's fine, Eminem, put the pen
Or write an
Over the simple fact you had to to acknowledge me
I am the
How could I look up to you? You ain't as tall as me
5'8" and I'm 6'4", seven punches your head still
Last you saw 8 Mile was at home on a treadmill
You were named a candy
I was named 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 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, happenin'?

EST captain, salute me or me
That's what gonna have to do to me
he realizes there 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
one of your disses should ruin me
But bitch I'm from
Everybody this evenin', I'm readin' the eulogy (shh)
an album called Kamikaze
So that means he him
fucked one rapper's girl this week
Don't make me 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, talk 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 chalk around it