You sound like a bitch, bitch
Shut the fuck up
When your fans become your haters
You done?
You sound like a bitch, bitch
Shut the fuck up
When your fans become your haters
You done?
Fuckin' beard's weird
Alright
You yellin' at the mic, fuckin' weird beard (You want smoke)
We doin' this once
You yellin' at the mic, your beard's weird
Why you yell at the mic? (Illa)
[Verse]
Rihanna just hit me on a text
Last night I left hickeys on her neck
Wait, you just dissed me? I'm perplexed
Insult me in a 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 NordicTrack
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 fire stoked
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 lines ("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
Gunner? Bitch, you ain't a bow and arrow
Say you'll run up on me like a phone bill, sprayin' lead (Brrt)
Playin' dead, that's the only time you hold still (Hold up)
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 the wack me, it's funny but so true
I'd rather be 80-year-old me than 20-year-old you
Til I'm hitting old age
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' Hailie in vain
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 I, mwah, give Jade a kiss
Gotta wake up Labor Day to this (The fuck?)
Bein' rich-shamed 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! (Pop)
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-eleven
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 as solidified
This mothafuckin' shit is like Rambo when he's out of bullets
So what good is a fuckin' 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
I'll give him my sandals
Cause he knows, long as I'm Shady he's gon' have to live in my shadow
Exhausting, letting off on my offspring
Lick a gun barrel, bitch, get off me!
You dance around it like a sombrero, we can all see
You're fuckin' 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 Alike"
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! Budden—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' wack
And still usin' that mothafuckin' Auto-Tune
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
That 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 keep my daughter out it
[Outro]
You fuckin'—oh
And I'm just playin', Diddy
You know I love you
You sauti kama Bitch, Bitch
Shut kutomba juu
Wakati mashabiki wako kuwa adui yako
Umefanya?
Fuckin 'ndevu ya weird
Alright
You YELLIN 'katika mic, fuckin' weird ndevu (Unataka moshi)
Sisi doin 'hii mara moja
You YELLIN 'katika mic, ndevu wako weird
Kwa nini kelele katika mic? (Illa)
[Mstari]
Rihanna tu hit mimi kwenye maandishi
Jana usiku niliondoka Hickeys juu ya shingo yake
Subiri, wewe tu dissed mimi? Mimi wanashangaa
Kunitukana katika mstari, pongezi na mimi kwenye ya
Damn, Mimi kwa kweli pole wewe unataka mimi kuwa na mshtuko wa moyo
Mara watchin '8 Mile kwenye NordicTrack yangu
Barabara Nimesahau kuwaita nyuma
Hapa ni kwamba autograph kwa binti yako, niliandika kwenye cap Starter
Stan, Stan, mwana
Kusikiliza, mtu, baba si mwendawazimu
Lakini jinsi gonna jina mwenyewe baada ya bunduki damn
Na kuwa na mtu-bun?
kubwa ya woke, macho wazi, undeniable
moshi supplyin ', got moto stoked
Sema got me katika upeo, lakini kuchunga me
Nasema wito moja hadi Interscope na wewe ni Swayze
Jibu lako got umati kunguruma, "Woo!"
Kwa hivyo kabla kufa hebu angalia ambaye anaweza nje wadogowadogo ambao
Pamoja na mistari yako corny ( "Slim, wewe ni wa zamani") - asa, Kelly, ooh
Lakini nina 45 na mimi bado outselling wewe
By 29, nilikuwa na Albamu tatu zilizokuwa akapiga
Sasa hebu majadiliano juu ya Somethin 'Mimi si kweli kufanya
Kwenda katika binti ya mtu ya kinywa stealin 'chakula
Lakini wewe fuckin 'mole kilima
Sasa mimi ni kufanya mlima nje ya wewe, woo!
Ho, baridi, actin 'kama kuweka chrome pipa kwa uboho yangu
Gunner? Bitch, wewe si upinde na mshale
Say utasikia kukimbia juu yangu kama muswada simu, sprayin 'kuongoza (Brrt)
Playin 'wafu, hiyo ni mara ya pekee kushikilia bado (Onyesha)
Je kula nafaka au oatmeal?
Nini kutomba katika bakuli, maziwa? Wheaties au Cheerios?
Sababu mimi takin 'shit katika' em, Kelly, ninahitaji kusoma nyenzo
... Kamusi ...
Yo, Slim, albamu yako minne iliyopita sucked
Rejea Recovery, lo risasi, huyo alikuwa Albamu tatu zilizopita
Unajua nini? Oops
Fahamu ukweli wako kabla ya kuja saa yangu, lil 'goof
Anasa, oh, wewe kuvunja, Bitch? Ndio, nilikuwa na fedha za kutosha katika '02
Ya kuchomwa mbele yenu, ho
Wadogo mimi? Hapana, wack mimi, ni funny lakini kweli kabisa
Nisingependa kuwa 80 na umri wa miaka yangu ya 20 na umri wa miaka wewe
Til mimi kupiga uzee
Bado unaweza kujaza ukurasa mzima kwa hasira 10 mwenye umri wa miaka ya
Got mashabiki zaidi kuliko wewe katika mji wenyewe, lil 'kiddy yako, nenda kucheza
Kujisikia kama mimi nina babysitting Lil Tay
Got Diddy sawa hivyo alitumia siku yako yote
Shootin 'video tu fuckin' kuchimba kaburi yako mwenyewe
Got wewe katika wake mwenyewe, mimi ni billy mbuzi
You si kamwe alifanya orodha karibu na Haha, hakuna Jay
Karibu na Taylor Swift na kwamba Iggy ho, kuhusu kweli pigo
Kelly, wataarifiwa kuweka jina lako
Karibu na Ja, karibu na Benzino-kufa, motherfucker!
Kama motherfucker mwisho sayin 'Hailie bure
Alien ubongo, wewe Mashetani (Yeah)
flops yangu kubwa ni hits kubwa wako
mchezo wa mgodi tena na si Nothin 'iliyopita lakini kufuli
Hivyo kabla ya kumchinja Bitch hii mimi, Mwah, kutoa Jade busu
Gotta kuamka siku ya kazi kwa hili (kutomba?)
Bein 'matajiri-aibu kwa baadhi ya prick usin' jina langu kwa clickbait
Katika hali ya furaha 'sababu mimi alisema jina lake goddamn
Sasa mimi gotta jogoo nyuma, lengo
Ndio, Bitch, pop Champagne kwa hii! (Picha)
Ni wakati wako
Hii ni hivyo, kama kubwa kama wewe ni kupata gonna, hivyo kufurahia
Alikuwa na kutoa kazi kuiharibu
lethal sindano
Kwenda kulala miguu sita kina, mimi nitakupa B kwa juhudi
Lakini kama mimi mara tatu-mguu-kumi na moja
Ningependa kuangalia kwa mimi, na kwa ajili ya kumbukumbu
Ungependa Suck Dick kwa fuckin 'kuwa mimi kwa sekunde
Lick ballsack kupata kwenye kituo changu
Kutoa maisha yako kwa kuwa kama solidified
Hii mothafuckin 'shit ni kama Rambo wakati yeye ni nje ya risasi
Basi nini nzuri ni fuckin 'bunduki mashine wakati ni nje ya ammo?
Alikuwa kutosha ya hii tatted-up sema tirivyogo rapa
Jinsi kutomba unaweza yeye na mimi vita?
Yeye itabidi kutomba Kim katika fulana yangu
Nitakuwa kumpa viatu yangu
Sababu anajua, muda mrefu kama mimi nina Shady yeye Gon 'kuishi katika kivuli yangu
Kuchosha, kuruhusu mbali juu watoto wangu
Lick bunduki pipa, Bitch, kupata mbali mimi!
You ngoma pembezoni kama sombrero, tunaweza wote kuona
Wewe ni fuckin 'chumvi
Kusababisha Young Gerald ya mipira-kina ndani ya Halsey
sweta yako nyekundu, ngozi yako nyeusi
You mavazi bora, I rap bora
Kuwa tishio kifo au upendo barua?
Little nyeupe toothpick
Anadhani ni juu ya picha, mimi tu si kama wewe, chomo
Shukrani kwa ajili ya dissing me
Sasa nilikuwa udhuru mikrofoni kuandika "Si Sawa"
Lakini kwa kweli Sijali aliye kwenye haki
Lakini wewe ni losin 'mapambano wewe ilichukua
Nani mwingine unataka? Kells-jaribio inashindwa! Budden-L ya!
Fuckin 'misumari katika majeneza hizi kama laini kama Cottonelle
Killshot, mimi si kushindwa, mimi ni pamoja na Doc bado
Lakini bosi idiot hii pops dawa na anamwambia yeye ana ujuzi
Lakini, Kells, siku kuweka nje hit ya siku Diddy anakubali
Kwamba kuweka hit kwamba got Pac kuuawa, ah!
Mimi na mgonjwa wa wewe bein 'wack
Na bado usin 'kwamba mothafuckin' Auto-Tune
Basi hebu majadiliano kuhusu hilo (Hebu majadiliano juu ya hivyo)
Mimi na mgonjwa wa mdomo wako sema tirivyogo rap
Unahitaji kupata jogoo up nje yake
Kabla wanaweza hata majadiliano juu yake (Majadiliano kuhusu hilo)
Mimi na mgonjwa wa nywele yako blonde na pete
Tu 'kusababisha ukiangalia katika kioo na kufikiri
Kwamba wewe ni Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers)
Je, si maana ulipo, na wewe si kuhusu hilo
Hivyo tu kuondoka Dick wangu katika kinywa yako na kuweka binti yangu nje yake
[Outro]
You fuckin'-oh
Na mimi nina playin tu ', Diddy
Unajua nakupenda
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