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
Zvučiš kao kučka, kuja
Umukni
Kada vaši fanovi postati vaš mrzitelja
Si učinio?
Fuckin 'brada je čudno
U redu
Vikati na mikrofon, jebeni čudno bradu (Želite dim)
ide mi "ovaj put
Vikati na mikrofon, bradu je čudno
Zašto vikati na mikrofon? (Illa)
[Verse]
Rihanna me udario na tekst
Sinoć Ostavio sam ugrizima na vratu
Čekaj, ti me samo Psovali? Ja sam zbunjen
Vrijeđati me u liniji, kompliment mi je na sljedeći
Prokletstvo, stvarno mi je žao želiš imati srčani udar
Se gledala '8 Mile moje NordicTrack
Shvatio sam zaboravio da ti se javim
Evo da autogram za svoju ćerku, to sam napisao na Starter kapu
Stan, stan, sine
Slušaj, tata nije lud
Ali kako ćeš nazvati sebe nakon prokleti pištolj
I imaju čovjeka Bun?
Diva probudio, oči otvorene, neosporan
Supplyin 'dim, dobio je vatra oduševljen
Recite, da ste me u obimu, ali ti si me okrznuo
Kažem jedan poziv na Interscope, a ti si Swayze
Vaš odgovor dobio gomilu vičući: "Woo!"
Dakle, prije nego što umreš da vidimo ko može out-sitni ko
Sa svojim otrcano linije ( "Slim, ti si stara") - ow, Kelly, ooh
Ali, ja sam 45, a ja još uvijek bolje prodaju
Do 29, imao sam tri albuma koji je eksplodirao
Sada pričajmo o nešto ja stvarno ne rade
Idi u hrani nečije kćeri usta kradem
Ali ti si jebeni krtica brda
Sada I'ma napraviti planinu od tebe, woo!
Ho, ohladi, ponašaš kao da si stavio bure hrom na moje koštane srži
Gunner? Kučko, nije lukom i strijelom
Reci da ćeš naići na mene kao račun za telefon, Sprayin vodstvo (Brrt)
Playin 'mrtav, to je jedini put da i dalje imaju (Stani)
Jedeš pahuljice ili zobene pahuljice?
Šta je u posudi, mlijeko? Žitarice ili navijačice?
Jer Vodim govno u njima, Kelly, treba mi za čitanje materijala
... rječnik ...
Yo, Slim, vaše posljednje četiri albuma isisan
Vrati se na oporavak, oh pucati, to je bilo prije tri albuma
Šta ti znaš? oops
Znati činjenice prije nego što dođe na mene, Lil 'glupan
Luksuzni, oh, slomio si, kučko? Da, imao sam dovoljno novca u '02
Da biste ga spaliti ispred vas, ho
Mlađi mene? No, ti si wack mi, to je smiješno, ali tako istinito
Radije bih bio 80-godišnjak mene nego 20-godišnji vas
Til sam udario starosti
I dalje može ispuniti cijelu stranicu sa 10-godišnjak je bijes
Imate više navijača nego što u svom gradu Kiddy, Lil ', go play
Osećam se kao da čuvam Lil Tay
Dobio Diddy u redu, tako da je proveo cijeli dan
Pucati video samo da jebeni kopaju svoj grob
Imam te na svoj buđenje, ja sam jarac
Nikad nisi napravio spisak ne Biggie, ne Jay sljedeći
Pored Taylor Swift i da Iggy ho, vi o tome da zaista eksplodira
Kelly, oni će postavljati svoje ime
Pored Ja, pored Benzino-umre, pederu!
Kao i prošle mater kažem 'Hailie uzalud
Alien mozak, ti satanista (Da)
Moj najveći promašaji su vaše najveće hitove
Igre rudnik ponovo i nije ništa promijenio, ali brave
Dakle, prije nego što sam ubiti ovu kučku ja, mljac, dati Jade poljubac
Mora da se probudi Praznik rada ove (koji kurac?)
Biti bogat-osramotio neki kreten Koriste moje ime za clickbait
U stanju blaženstva jer sam rekao da je njegov prokleto ime
Sada moram penis natrag, cilj
Da, sine, pop Champagne ovo! (Pop)
To je tvoj trenutak
To je to, velika kao da ćeš dobiti, tako da uživam u tome
Morao sam da vam karijera da ga uništi
Smrtonosna injekcija
Spavaj šest metara dubine, ja ću vam dati B za trud
Ali, ako sam bio tri metra jedanaest
Ti bi se ugledaju na mene, i za zapisnik
Ti bi sisati kurac za jebeni biti ja na sekundu
Lizati a ballsack da se na moj kanal
Dati svoj život da bude kao što je učvrstila
Ovo mothafuckin 'sranje je kao Rambo kad je od metaka
Dakle, ono što je dobro jebena mitraljez kada je bez municije?
Dosta mi je ovoga istetovirati-up mrmljanja reper
Jebote, kako ga mogu i ja se boriti?
On će morati jebati Kim u mom flanela
Ja ću mu dati sandale
Jer on zna, dok sam Shady on gon 'moraju živjeti u mojoj sjeni
Iscrpljujuće, puštajući na moje potomstvo
Lizati po barelu pištolj, kučko, silazi sa mene!
Možete plesati oko njega kao sombrero, svi možemo vidjeti
Jebeno si slano
Uzrok Young Gerald jaja-duboko u Halsey
Vaš crveni džemper, vaša crna koža
Se oblačiš bolje, repujem bolje
To je prijetnja smrću ili ljubavno pismo?
Little White čačkalica
Misli da je preko slika, samo ne želite, kretenu
Hvala za ovog potcjenjivanja
Sada sam imao izgovor za mikrofonom za pisanje "Nije Alike"
Ali stvarno ne zanima me ko je u pravu
Ali ti Gubimo 'borbu ste izabrali
Ko još želiš? Kells-pokušaj ne uspije! Budden-L-a!
Fuckin 'nokti u tim kovčezima meka kao Cottonelle
Killshot, neću propasti, ja sam sa Doc dalje
Ali, šef ovog idiota pojavi pilule i njemu on ima sposobnosti govori
Ali, Kells, dan vam ugasiti hit je taj dan Diddy priznao
Da je stavio pogodio da je Pac ubijen, ah!
Muka mi je od vas Biti wack
I dalje usin 'da mothafuckin' Auto-Tune
Dakle, pričajmo o tome (Hajde da pričamo o tome)
Muka mi je od tvoje mrmljanje rap usta
Potrebno da biste dobili kurac od ga
Prije nego što možemo ni govoriti o tome (razgovor o tome)
Muka mi je od tvoje plave kose i naušnice
Samo zato što se pogledam u ogledalo i misle
Da si Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers)
Ne mislim si, a ti nisi o tome
Dakle, samo ostaviti moj kurac u usta i držim kćer to
[Outro]
Ste jebena-oh
A ja samo igram, Diddy
Znaš da te volim
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