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
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You fuckin'... oh
And I'm just playin', Diddy, you know I love you
Počakajte, da me samo prezrla, da sem zmeden. Žali me v vrsti, kompliment me na naslednji, prekleto
Res mi je žal, da želite, da imam srčni napad
Je bil watchin "8 Mile na moji nordijske Track
Spoznal, pozabil sem, da vas pokliče nazaj
Tukaj je, da avtogram za vašo hčerko, sem napisal na uvajalne cap
Stan, Stan, sin, poslušaj, mož, oče ni jezen
Ampak kako boš sebe poimenovati po prekleto pištolo in ima človek figo?
Velikan je zbudil, oči odprte, ni mogoče zanikati
SUPPLYIN "dim, dobil firest drogo
Povejte, da ste me v obsegu, vendar me oplazila
Pravim en klic za Interscope in ste Swayze
Vaš odgovor je dobil množico kričati, "Woo"
Torej, preden umreš da vidimo, kdo lahko out-Pettyjem, ki
S svojimi corny rime (Slim ste stari)
Ow, Kelly, ooh, vendar sem 45 in sem še vedno vas outselling
Do 29. Imel sem tri albume, ki je pihal
Zdaj pa govorimo o nekaj takega "ne res
Pojdi v hrani nekdo hči ustih stealin "
Ampak ti si jebeni mol hrib, zdaj Sem narediti goro iz tebe, woo!
Ho, chill, aktin ", kot si dal krom cev na moj kostni mozeg
Gun, Stavim, da ni lok in puščico
Povejte, da boste teči na mene kot telefonski račun, svinec sprayin '
Zajebavam mrtev, da je edini čas, imate še vedno
Ješ kosmiče ... ali ovseno kašo?
Kaj za vraga je v skledo, mleko? Wheaties ali Cheerios?
Ker sem odpeljal "sranje v njih, Kelly, moram gradivo za branje
...Slovar...
Yo Slim, svoje zadnje štiri albume zanič
Vrnite se regres, oh ustrelil, da je bil pred tremi albumi
Kaj veš? Ups, poznate svoje dejstva, preden prideš vame, Lil 'Pepe
Luksuzni, oh, si zlomil, prasica?
Ja, sem imel dovolj denarja v '02
Zažgati pred vami, ho
Mlajši me? Ne, ti si me udariti
To je smešno, ampak to res
Raje sem 80 letnik me je kot 20 letnik si
Til sem že star, stari še vedno lahko zapolni celo stran s staro je 10 let bes
Imaš več oboževalcev kot vas v lastno mesto, Lil 'KIDDY
Pojdi se igrat, se počutim kot da sem varuška Lil Tay
Dobil Diddy v redu, tako da boste porabili svoj cel dan
Streljaš "video, samo da jebeni kopati svoj grob
Imam te na svojem zbudi, sem billy koza
Ti ni nikoli naredila seznam zraven ni panike, brez Jay
Poleg Taylor Swift, in da je Iggy ho, ti pa res razstrelil
Kelly, ki jih bomo dajali svoje ime
Poleg Ja, poleg Benzina, umre, pizda
Kot zadnji jebač govorim Hailey v veno
Alien možgani, si Satanist (ja)
Moj največji flops so vaše največje uspešnice
Rudnik je igra znova in se ni nič spremenilo, ampak ključavnice
Torej, preden sem ubil ta prasica, mwah, dajejo Jade poljub
Moram zbudi Labor Day to (za vraga?)
Bein "bogat, namenjen nek kurac smo uporabili" moje ime za clickbait
V stanju blaženosti, ker sem dejal, da je prekleto ime
Zdaj moram tiča nazaj, cilj, ja, kurba, pop šampanjec za to
To je tvoj trenutek, to je to
Tako velika kot boš dobil, tako da uživajte
Je bilo, da vam pot, da ga uničiti
Smrtonosna injekcija, zaspi šest metrov globoko
Ti bom dal B za trud, vendar, če sem bil tri
Foot 11, bi si do mene, in za evidenco
Ti bi sesati kurac za prekleto se mi za sekundo
Lick je ballsack priti na mojem kanalu
Dajte svoje življenje, da se ta strdi
To mothafuckin "sranje je kot Rambo, ko je od krogel
Torej, kaj jebeno dober je mitraljez, ko je iz strelivo?
Dovolj tega tatted-up mrmr raperja
Kako za vraga lahko on in jaz boj?
On bo vraga Kim mojem flanelo
Naporno, spuščanje na moje potomce
Kot pištolo sodček, prasica, dol mi
Plešeš okoli njega kot Sombrero, smo lahko vsi videli
Si slano "vzrok mlade kroglice globoko Gerald je znotraj Halsey
Vaš rdeči pulover, svoj črno usnje
Ti obleko bolje, sem rap bolje
To je smrtni nevarnosti ali ljubezenskem pismu?
Mali beli zobotrebec
Misli, da je nad pic, jaz pač ne maram, kreten
Hvala za dissing
Zdaj sem imel izgovor za mikrofon pisati, ne pa kot
Ampak res, ni mi mar, kdo je na desni strani
Ampak ste losin "boja si pobral
Kdo drug želiš, Kells?
Poskus ne uspe, gumb, L's
Fuckin 'žeblji v teh krstah tako mehke kot Cottonelle
Killshot, mi ne bo uspelo, da sem z Doc še
Toda ta idiot šef pops tablete in mu, spretnosti pove
Toda Kells, na dan, ko se odpravlja hit na dan Diddy priznava
Da je dal udaril, da je dobil Pac ubil, ah
Sit sem si bein "udarec
In še vedno smo uporabili ", ki mothafuckin" uglaševanje, tako da je govoriti o tem (kaj je govoril o tem)
Sit sem tvojega mrmr rap usta
Potreba, da bi dobili tiča ven, preden bomo lahko celo govoriti o tem (govoriti o tem)
Sit sem svoje blond lase in uhani
Samo zato, ker si poglej v ogledalo in mislim, da si Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers)
Ne pomeni, da so, in nisi o tem
Torej pustite mojega tiča v ustih, in pusti svojo hčerko iz nje
[Outro]
Prekleti ... oh
In jaz sem samo igral, Diddy, veš, da te ljubim
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