You sound like a bitch, bitch. Shut the fuck up. Your fans become your haters
You done? Fuck, your beard's weird. Alright. You yellin' at the mic, you weird beard
We doin' this once. Your beard's weird, why you yellin' at the mic?
Rihanna just hit me on the text. Last night I left hickeys on her neck.
You sound like a bitch, bitch. Shut the fuck up. Your fans become your haters
You done? Fuck, your beard's weird. Alright. You yellin' at the mic, you weird beard
We doin' this once. Your beard's weird, why you yellin' at the mic?
Rihanna just hit me on the text. Last night I left hickeys on her neck.
Wait, you just dissed me, I'm perplexed. Insult me in line, compliment me on the next, damn
I'm really sorry you want me to have a heart attack
Was watchin' 8 Mile on my Nordic Track
Realized I forgot to call you back
Here's that autograph for your daughter, I wrote it on a Starter cap
Stan, Stan, son, listen, man, dad isn't mad
But how you gonna name yourself after a damn gun and have a man bun?
The giant's woke, eyes open, undeniable
Supplyin' smoke, got the firest dope
Say you got me in a scope, but you grazed me
I say one call to Interscope and you're Swayze
Your reply got the crowd yelling, "Woo"
So before you die let's see who can out-petty who
With your corny rhymes (Slim you're old)
Ow, Kelly, ooh, but I'm 45 and I'm still outselling you
By 29 I had three albums that had blew
Now let's talk about somethin' I don't really do
Go in someone's daughter's mouth stealin' food
But you're a fuckin' mole hill, now I'ma make a mountain out of you, woo!
Ho, chill, actin' like you put the chrome barrel to my bone marrow
Gun, I bet you ain't a bow and arrow
Say you'll run up on me like a phone bill, sprayin' lead
Playin' dead, that's the only time you hold still
Are you eating cereal... or oatmeal?
What the fuck's in the bowl, milk? Wheaties or Cheerios?
Cause I'm takin' a shit in 'em, Kelly, I need reading material
...Dictionary...
Yo Slim, your last four albums sucked
Go back to Recovery, oh shoot, that was three albums ago
What do you know? Oops, know your facts before you come at me, lil' goof
Luxury, oh, you broke, bitch?
Yeah, I had enough money in '02
To burn it in front of you, ho
Younger me? No, you're the whack me
It's funny, but so true
I'd rather be 80 year old me than 20 year old you
Til I'm getting old-aged still can fill a whole page with a 10 year old's rage
Got more fans than you in your own city, lil' kiddy
Go play, feel like I'm babysitting Lil Tay
Got the Diddy okay so you spent your whole day
Shootin' a video just to fuckin' dig your own grave
Got you at your own wake, I'm the billy goat
You ain't never made a list next to no Biggie, no Jay
Next to Taylor Swift, and that Iggy ho, you about to really blow
Kelly, they'll be putting your name
Next to Ja, next to Benzino, die, motherfucker
Like the last motherfucker sayin' Hailey in vein
Alien brain, you Satanist (yeah)
My biggest flops are your greatest hits
The game's mine again and ain't nothin' changed but the locks
So before I slay this bitch, mwah, give Jade a kiss
Gotta wake up Labor Day to this (the fuck?)
Bein' rich, aimed by some prick usin' my name for clickbait
In a state of bliss 'cause I said his goddamn name
Now I gotta cock back, aim, yeah, bitch, pop champagne to this
It's your moment, this is it
As big as you're gonna get, so enjoy it
Had to give you a career to destroy it
Lethal injection, go to sleep six feet deep
I'll give you a B for the effort, but if I was three
Foot 11, you'd look up to me, and for the record
You would suck a dick to fuckin' be me for a second
Lick a ballsack to get on my channel
Give your life to be this solidified
This mothafuckin' shit is like Rambo when he's out of bullets
So what fuckin' good is a machine gun when it's out of ammo?
Had enough of this tatted-up mumble rapper
How the fuck can him and I battle?
He'll have to fuck Kim in my flannel
Exhausting, letting off on my offspring
Like a gun barrel, bitch, get off me
You dance around it like a sombrero, we can all see
You're salty 'cause young Gerald's balls-deep inside of Halsey
Your red sweater, your black leather
You dress better, I rap better
That a death threat or a love letter?
Little white toothpick
Thinks it's over a pic, I just don't like you, prick
Thanks for dissing me
Now I had an excuse on the mic to write, not a like
But really, I don't care who's in the right
But you're losin' the fight you picked
Who else want it, Kells?
Attempt fails, button, L's
Fuckin' nails in these coffins as soft as Cottonelle
Killshot, I will not fail, I'm with the Doc still
But this idiot's boss pops pills and tells him he's got skills
But Kells, the day you put out a hit's the day Diddy admits
That he put the hit out that got Pac killed, ah
I'm sick of you bein' whack
And still usin' that mothafuckin' AutoTune, so let's talk about it (let's talk about it)
I'm sick of your mumble rap mouth
Need to get the cock up out it before we can even talk about it (talk about it)
I'm sick of your blonde hair and earrings
Just 'cause you look in the mirror and think you're Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers)
Don't mean you are, and you're not about it
So just leave my dick in your mouth, and leave my daughter out it
[Outro]
You fuckin'... oh
And I'm just playin', Diddy, you know I love you
Vent, du bare dissed mig, jeg er forvirret. Fornærme mig på linje, komplimentere mig på den næste, pokkers
Jeg er virkelig ked af du vil have mig til at have et hjerteanfald
Var watchin' 8 Mile på min Nordic Track
Realiseret Jeg glemte at ringe tilbage til dig
Her er der autograf til din datter, skrev jeg det på en Starter cap
Stan, Stan, søn, lyt, mand, far er ikke gal
Men hvordan du vil navngive dig selv efter en helvedes pistol og have en mand bolle?
Kæmpens vågnede, øjne åbne, ubestridelig
Supplyin' røg, fik den firest dope
Sig du fik mig i et omfang, men du afgræsses mig
Jeg siger et kald til Interscope, og du er Swayze
Dit svar fik publikum råben, "Woo"
Så før du dør lad os se, hvem der kan ud-smålige som
Med dine corny rim (Slim du er gammel)
Ow, Kelly, ooh, men jeg er 45 og jeg er stadig outselling dig
Ved 29 havde jeg tre albums, der havde blæste
Lad os nu tale om Somethin' Jeg kan ikke rigtig gøre
Gå i en eller andens datters mund stealin' mad
Men du er en fuckin' muldvarp bakke, nu I'ma gøre et bjerg ud af dig, woo!
Ho, chill, actin' ligesom du sætter krom tønde til min knoglemarv
Gun, jeg vil vædde på du ikke er en bue og pil
Sig du vil køre op på mig som en telefonregning, sprayin' bly
Playin' død, det er den eneste gang du holder stadig
Er du spiser korn ... eller havregryn?
Hvad fanden er i skålen, mælk? Wheaties eller Cheerios?
Årsag jeg takin' en lort i dem, Kelly, jeg har brug for læsestof
...Ordbog...
Yo Slim, dine sidste fire albums suget
Gå tilbage til Recovery, oh shoot, som var tre albums siden
Hvad ved du? Ups, kender dine fakta før du kommer til mig, lil' Mule
Luksus, åh, du brød, kælling?
Ja, jeg havde penge nok i '02
At brænde det foran dig, ho
Yngre mig? Nej, du er den whack mig
Det er sjovt, men så sandt
Jeg vil hellere være 80 år gamle mig end 20 år gammel du
Til jeg får gamle alderen stadig kan fylde en hel side med en 10 år gammel vrede
Fik flere fans end dig i din egen by, lil' kiddy
Gå leg, føler, at jeg babysitter Lil Tay
Fik den Diddy i orden, så du har brugt hele dagen
Shootin' en video bare for at fuckin' grave din egen grav
Fik du i dit eget kølvand, er jeg gedebukken
Du har aldrig lavet en liste næsten ingen Biggie, nej Jay
Ved siden af Taylor Swift, og at Iggy ho, du ved at virkelig blæse
Kelly, vil de være at sætte dit navn
Ved siden af Ja, ved siden af Benzino, dø, stodder
Ligesom sidste stodder sayin' Hailey i venen
Alien hjerne, du satanist (yeah)
Min største flops er dine største hits
Spillets minen igen og er ikke ingenting ændret sig, men låsene
Så før jeg dræbe denne tæve, mwah, giver Jade et kys
Gotta vågne op Labor Day til dette (fanden?)
Bein' rige, rettet af nogle pik usin' mit navn for clickbait
I en tilstand af lyksalighed 'årsag sagde jeg hans forbandede navn
Nu mĺ jeg pik tilbage, sigter, yeah, tæve, pop champagne til dette
Det er din øjeblik, det er det
Så stor som du skal nok få, så nyd det
Havde til at give dig en karriere at ødelægge det
Dødelig indsprøjtning, gå til at sove seks fod dyb
Jeg vil give dig et B for indsatsen, men hvis jeg var tre
Fod 11, ville du se op til mig, og for the record
Du ville sutte en pik til fuckin' være mig til en anden
Lick en ballsack at komme på min kanal
Giv dit liv til at blive dette størknede
Denne mothafuckin' lort er ligesom Rambo når han er ude af kugler
Så hvad skide godt er et maskingevær, når det er tør for ammo?
Havde nok af denne tatted-up mumle rapper
Hvordan fanden kan ham og jeg kæmpe?
Han bliver nødt til at kneppe Kim i min flannel
Udmattende, udlejning off på min afkom
Ligesom en pistol tønde, tæve, stå af mig
Du danser omkring det som en sombrero, kan vi alle se
Du er salt, fordi unge Gerald bolde-dybt inde i Halsey
Din røde trøje, din sorte læder
Du klæder bedre, jeg rap bedre
At en dødstrussel eller et kærlighedsbrev?
Lidt hvid tandstikker
Synes det er over en pic, jeg kan bare ikke lide dig, pik
Tak for Dissing mig
Nu havde jeg en undskyldning på mikrofonen til at skrive, ikke er samme
Men virkelig, jeg er ligeglad, hvem der er i den rigtige
Men du losin' kampen du plukket
Hvem ellers ønsker det, Kells?
Forsøg mislykkes, knap, L's
Fuckin' søm i disse kister som bløde som Cottonelle
Killshot, jeg vil ikke svigte, jeg er med Doc stadig
Men denne idiot chef popper piller og fortæller ham, at han har fået færdigheder
Men Kells, den dag du lægger ud et hit s dagen Diddy indrømmer
At han satte den ramte, at fik Pac dræbt, ah
Jeg er træt af jer bein' whack
Og stadig usin' der mothafuckin' AutoTune, så lad os tale om det (lad os tale om det)
Jeg er træt af din mumle rap munden
Behov for at få pik op ud af det, før vi selv kan tale om det (snak om det)
Jeg er træt af dit blonde hår og øreringe
Bare fordi du ser i spejlet og tror du er Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers)
Må ikke betyde, at du er, og du er ikke om det
Så bare lade min pik i munden, og lade min datter ud af det
[Outro]
Du sgu ... Åh
Og jeg er bare playin', Diddy, du ved, jeg elsker dig
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