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
Oota, sa lihtsalt dissed mind, ma olen hämmingus. Mind solvata kooskõlas, kompliment mulle järgmisel, kuradi
Mul on väga kahju sa tahad, et südamerabanduse
Oli vahin 8 Mile minu Nordic Track
Mõistsin, et ma unustasin teile tagasi helistada
Siin on, et autogrammi oma tütre, ma kirjutasin seda Starter kork
Stan, Stan, poeg, kuula, mees, isa ei ole hullu
Aga kuidas sa kavatsed nimetada end pärast kuradi relv ja on mees kakuke?
Hiiglane ärkasin, silmad lahti, vaieldamatu
Supplyin "suitsu, sai firest jobu
Ütle sul mind ulatust, kuid sa karjatada mind
Ma ütlen ühe kõne Interscope ja olete Swayze
Teie vastus sai rahvahulga karjumine, "Woo"
Nii et enne kui sa sured vaatame, kes saab out-väiklane, kes
Oma kulunud riime (Slim oled vana)
Ah, Kelly, ooh, kuid ma olen 45 ja ma olen ikka outselling te
29 Mul oli kolm albumit, mis olid puhus
Nüüd räägime midagi ma ei tõesti
Mine kellegi tütar suu stealin "toit
Aga sa oled kuradi mutt mäe, nüüd I'ma teevad mägi välja teile, woo!
Ho, chill, käitute paned kroom barrel minu luuüdi
Gun, Vean kihla, et ei ole vibu ja nool
Ütle saate eel mulle nagu telefoniarvele sprayin eduseisu
Play surnud, see on ainus kord, kui paigal
Kas sa süüa teravilja ... või kaerahelbed?
Mida kuradit kaussi, piim? Wheaties või Cheerios?
Põhjus Mind võtan sitta sisse 'em, Kelly, ma vajan lugemismaterjali
... sõnaraamat ...
Yo Slim, oma viimase nelja albumid imeda
Mine tagasi Recovery, oh tulistada, et oli kolm albumit tagasi
Mida sa tead? Vabandust, tead oma fakte enne kui tulevad mulle, Lil 'tobu
Luksuslik, oh, sa murdis, lits?
Jah, mul oli piisavalt raha '02
Põletada ees, ho
Nooremad mind? Ei, sa oled mulle virutada
See on naljakas, kuid nii tõsi
Ma pigem 80 aastane mind üle 20 aasta vana sa
Til ma saan vana vanuses ikka saab täita terve lehekülje 10 aastane raevu
On rohkem fänne kui sa oma linnas, Lil 'kiddy
Mine mängima, tunnen nagu ma olen lapsehoidjaks Lil Tay
Sain Diddy okei, et sa kulutada kogu oma päeva
Võtte "video lihtsalt kuradi kaevama oma haua
On teil omal kiiluvees, ma olen Pukki
Sa ei ole kunagi teinud nimekirja kõrval pisiasi, ei Jay
Järgmine Taylor Swift, ning et Iggy ho, siis hakkab tõesti löök
Kelly, siis need panna oma nimi
Edasi Ja kõrval Benzino, sureb, värdjas
Nagu viimase värdjas ütlesin Hailey veeni
Alien aju, siis satanist (jah)
Minu suurim plätud on oma greatest hits
Mäng on minu uuesti ja ei ole mitte midagi muutunud, kuid lukud
Nii enne kui ma hukka see lits, mwah, anna Jade suudlus
Gotta ärkama tööpüha sellele (kurat?)
Bein "rikas, mille eesmärk mõned torkima Usin Minu nimi clickbait
Riigis õndsus sest ma ütlesin oma kuradi nimi
Nüüd ma pean kukk tagasi, eesmärk, jah, libu, pop šampanja sellele
See on sinu hetk, see on see
Nii suur kui sa kavatsed saada, nii nautida
Oli teile karjääri hävitada
Surmav süst, magama kuus jalga sügav
Ma annan sulle B vaeva, aga kui ma olin kolm
Foot 11, soovite otsida mulle, ja rekord
Sa oleks imeda riista kuradi olla mind teise
Lick ballsack saada minu kanalil
Andke oma elu tuleb see kindlustas
See mothafuckin "sitt on nagu Rambo kui ta läbi kuulide
Mis kuradi hea on kuulipilduja, kui see on välja AMMO?
Sellest küllalt tatted-up pobin räppar
Kuidas kurat saab teda ja ma võitlema?
Ta on kurat Kim minu lapp
Väsitav, lastes välja minu järglaste
Nagu gun barrel, libu saada eemale
Sa tantsida ümber nagu sombreero, me kõik näeme
Sa oled soolane sest noored Gerald tema pallid-sügav sees Halsey
Teie punane kampsun, oma mustast nahast
Sa kleit parem, ma rap parem
Et surma oht või armastus kirja?
Little valge hambatikuga
Arvab, et see on üle pic, ma lihtsalt ei meeldi sulle, torkima
Täname dissing mind
Nüüd oli mul vabandus mic kirjutada, mitte nagu
Aga tõesti, ma ei hooli, kes on õiges
Aga sa kaotad võitlus valisite
Kes veel tahavad seda, Kells?
Ebaõnnestub, nupp, L's
Kuradi küüned need kirstud pehme nagu Cottonelle
Killshot, ma ei suuda, ma olen koos Doc veel
Aga see idioot ülemus hüppab pillid ja ütleb talle, et ta sai oskusi
Aga Kells, päeval paned hitt on see päev Diddy tunnistab
See pani tabas, et sain Pac tappis, ah
Ma olen haige sinust Bein "lahmima
Ja veel usin ", et mothafuckin" automaatseadete, nii räägime seda (räägime seda)
Ma olen haige oma pobin rap suu
Vaja saada kukk up välja see, enne kui saame isegi rääkida (rääkida)
Ma olen haige oma blondid juuksed ja kõrvarõngad
Just sest sa vaatad peeglisse ja arvad, et oled Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers)
Ärge tähenda, et sa oled, ja sa ei ole midagi
Nii lihtsalt jäta mu munn suus, ja jäta mu tütar välja see
[Epiloogi]
Sa kuradi ... oh
Ja ma just mängimine "Diddy, siis tean, et ma armastan sind
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