Oh my God, Ronny! Ayy, somebody grab him some clippers (Zzzzt)
His fuckin' beard is weird
Tough talk from a rapper payin' millions for security a year
I think my dad's gone crazy, yeah, Hailie, you right
Oh my God, Ronny! Ayy, somebody grab him some clippers (Zzzzt)
His fuckin' beard is weird
Tough talk from a rapper payin' millions for security a year
I think my dad's gone crazy, yeah, Hailie, you right
Dad's always mad cooped up in the studio, yellin' at the mic
You're sober and bored, huh? (I know)
Bout to be 46 years old, dog
Talkin' 'bout "I'ma call up Trick Trick"
Man, you sound like a bitch, bitch
Man up and handle your shit (Ugh)
Mad about somethin' I said in 2012
Took you six years and a surprise album just to come with a diss (Huh)
Homie, we get it, we know that you're the greatest rapper alive
Fuckin' dweeb, all you do is read the dictionary and stay inside
Fuck "Rap God," I'm the Rap Devil
Comin' bare-faced with a black shovel
Like the Armageddon when the smoke settle
His body next to this instrumental, I'm sayin'
[Chorus]
I'm sick of them sweatsuits and them corny hats, let's talk about it
I'm sick of you bein' rich and you still mad, let's talk about it
Both of us single dads from the Midwest, we can talk about it
Or we could get gully, I'll size up your body and put some white chalk around it (Ayy)
[Verse 2]
Let's talk about the fact you actually blackballed a rapper
That's twice as young as you (Let's talk about it)
Let's call Sway
Ask why I can't go on Shade 45 because of you (Brrt)
Let's ask Interscope
How you had Paul Rosenberg tryin' to shelf me (Huh?)
Still can't cover up the fact
Your last four albums is as bad as your selfie
Now tell me, what do you stand for? (What?)
I know you can't stand yourself (No)
Tryin' to be the old you so bad, you Stan yourself (Ha)
Let's leave all the beefin' to 50 (Please)
Em, you're pushin' 50
Why you claimin' that I'ma call Puff?
When you the one that called Diddy (Facts)
Then you went and called Jimmy (Facts)
They conference called me in the morning (What?)
They told me you mad about a tweet
You wanted me to say sorry (What?)
I swear to God I ain't believe him (Nah)
Please say it ain't so (No)
The big bad bully of the rap game can't take a fuckin' joke
Oh, you want some fuckin' smoke (What?)
But not literally, you'll choke
Yeah, I'll acknowledge you're the G.O.A.T
But I'm The Gunner, bitch, I got you in the scope (Brrah)
Don't have a heart attack now (No)
Somebody help your mans up (Help)
Knees weak of old age, The Real Slim Shady can't stand up
[Chorus]
I'm sick of them sweatsuits and them corny hats, let's talk about it (Let's talk)
I'm sick of you bein' rich and you still mad, let's talk about it (Let's talk)
Both of us single dads from the Midwest, we can talk about it (Haha)
Or we could get gully, I'll size up your body and put some white chalk around it
[Verse 3]
Hello Marshall, my name's Colson
You should go back to Recovery (Wouh)
I know your ego is hurtin'
Just knowin' that all of your fans discovered me (Hi)
He like, "Damn, he a younger me
Except he dresses better and I'm ugly
Always making fun of me."
Stop all the thuggery, Marshall, you livin' in luxury (Ayy)
Look what you done to me
Dropped an album just because of me
Damn, you in love with me
You got money but I'm hungry
I like the diss but you won't say them lyrics out in front of me
Shout out to every rapper that's up under me
Know that I'll never do you like this fuckery
Still bitter after everyone loves you
Pull that wedgie out your dungarees (Ayy)
I gotta respect the OGs and I know most of 'em personally (Ayy)
But you're just a bully actin' like a baby
So I gotta read you a nursery (Pussy)
I'm the ghost of the future
And you're just Ebenezer Scrooge (Facts)
I said on Flex anyone could get it
I ain't know it would be you
[Chorus]
I'm sick of them sweatsuits and them corny hats, let's talk about it (Let's talk)
I'm sick of you bein' rich and you still mad, let's talk about it (Let's talk)
Both of us single dads from the Midwest, we can talk about it (Haha)
Or we could get gully, I'll size up your body and put some white chalk around it
[Bridge]
Ayy, ridin' shotty 'cause I gotta roll this dope
It's a fast road when your idols become your rivals, yeah
Never hesitate to say it to your face, I'm an asshole
Bitch-ass motherfucker
Oh my God, Ronny
Fuck Kells
[Verse 4]
We know you get nervous, Rabbit
I see Mama's spaghetti all over your sweater
I wish you would lose yourself on the records
That you made a decade ago, they were better
Accordin' to them, you're a national treasure
To me, you're as soft as a feather
The type to be scared to ask Rihanna for her number
Just hold her umbrella-ella-ella
I'm not afraid, okay Oscar the Grouch, chill on the couch (Fuck)
You got an Oscar, damn
Can anyone else get some food in their mouth? (For real)
They made a movie about you, you're in everybody's top ten
You're not getting better with time
It's fine, Eminem, put down the pen
Or write an apology
Over the simple fact, you had to diss to acknowledge me
I am the prodigy
How could I even look up to you? You ain't as tall as me
5'8" and I'm 6'4", seven punches hold your head still
Last time you saw 8 Mile was at home on a treadmill
You were named after a candy
I was named after a gangster (Brr)
And don't be a sucker and take my verse off of Yelawolf's album, thank you (Thank you)
I just wanna feed my daughter
You tryna stop the money to support her
You the one always talkin' 'bout the action
Text me the addy, I'm pullin' up scrappin'
And I'm by my fuckin' self, what's happenin'
EST captain, salute me or shoot me
That's what he's gonna have to do to me
When he realizes there ain't shit he could do to me
Everybody always hated me, this isn't anything new to me
Yeah there's a difference between us
I got all of my shit without Dre producin' me (Ayy)
I know you're not used to me
Usually one of your disses should ruin me
But bitch I'm from Cleveland
Everybody quiet this evenin', I'm readin' the eulogy (Shh)
Dropped an album called Kamikaze
So that means he killed him
Already fucked one rapper's girl this week
Don't make me call Kim
[Chorus]
I'm sick of them sweatsuits and them corny hats, let's talk about it (Let's talk)
I'm sick of you bein' rich and you still mad, let's talk about it (Let's talk)
Both of us single dads from the Midwest, we can talk about it (Haha)
Or we could get gully, I'll size up your body and put some white chalk around it
Oh mäi Gott, Ronny! Ayy, een beréieren him puer Clippers (Zzzzt)
Seng hunn "Baart ass komesch
Haarden Diskussioun aus engem Millioune "raper alleguer fir Sécherheet engem Joer
Ech mengen mäin Papp senger fort verréckt, jo, dem Latein huet, dir Recht
Papp senger ëmmer rosen an de Studio, yellin "um Rick cooped an
Du bass Messner an langweilen, hmm? (Ech weess)
Furir 46 Joer al, Hond gin
Ech esou '' furir "ebemool ruffen an Trick Trick"
Mann, Toun Dir gären e gesouch, gesouch
Mann an packen Är SchŠiss (etc)
Rosen iwwer eppes "sot ech 2012
Huet Dir sechs Joer an enger Iwwerraschung Album just mat engem net zefri (T'gesäit) ze kommen
Homie, mir kréien et, wëssen mer dass Dir de gréisste raper bass
Hunn "dweeb, all dir do ass liesen der Wierderbuch a bleiwen am
Fuck "Velostroun Gott," ech der Velostroun Devil
Blèck du-konfrontéiert mat engem schwaarz Handwierksgeschir
Wéi der Armageddon wann den Damp begréisst
Sengem Kierper nieft dëser instrumental, ech sayin "
[Chorus]
Ech krank vun hinnen sweatsuits an hinnen schummen Kaape, loosse d'Diskussioun doriwwer
Ech krank vun dir wäert zu "räich an Dir nach rosen, loosse d'Diskussioun doriwwer
Esouwuel vun eis eenzel Pappen vum Bëschrueden, kënne mir doriwwer schwätzen
Oder mir kéinten gully kréien, ech Gréisst äre Kierper an huet e puer wäiss Kräid ronderëm et (Ayy)
[Wann 2]
Loosst d'Diskussioun iwwert d'Tatsaach Dir blackballed eigentlech e raper
Dat ass duebel sou jonk wéi Dir (Loosst d'Diskussioun doriwwer)
Loosst d'Opruff Sway
Froen firwat ech net op Eropklappen 45 wéinst Dir goen kann (Brrt)
Loosst d'froen Interscope
Wéi Dir Paul Rosenberg tryin haten "zu Regal mech (T'gesäit?)
Nach kann net d'Tatsaach Cover an
Äre leschte véier Albummen ass esou schlecht wéi Är Selfie
mir soen elo, wat do fir Iech Stand? (Waat?)
Ech weess du net toleréieren kann selwer (Nee)
Tryin "gin déi al Dir sou schlecht, Dir Stan selwer (Ha)
Loosst d'verloossen all beefin "zu 50 (weg)
Em, du bass pushin "50
Firwat Dir claimin "dass ebemool Opruff mathaalen?
Wann Dir der eent datt Diddy genannt (Facts)
Da si Dir an Jimmy (Facts) genannt
Si Konferenz genannt mech an de Moien (Wat?)
Si sot mir Iech rosen iwwer e Jeffrey
Dir wollt mech entschëllegt ze soen (wat?)
Ech schwieren op Gott ass ech net gleewen him (ze sin)
Weg soen et ass net sou (Nee)
Déi grouss schlecht schüchteren vun der Rap Spill kann net eng hunn "verhandelt huelen
Oh, dir wëllt e puer hunn "Damp (Wat?)
Awer net wuertwiertlech, Dir wäert choke
Jo, ech erkennen du bass der G.O.A.T
Mee ech mech D'Gunner, gesouch, ech krut Dir am Kader (Brrah)
Nët engem Häerzinfarkt elo (Nee)
Een hëllefen Är Mans an (Hëllef)
Knéien schwaach vun Alter, D'Real Slim Shady Stand kann net weider
[Chorus]
Ech krank vun hinnen sweatsuits an hinnen schummen Kaape, loosse d'Diskussioun doriwwer (Loosst d'Diskussioun)
Ech krank vun dir wäert zu "räich an Dir nach rosen, loosse d'Diskussioun doriwwer (Loosst d'Diskussioun)
Esouwuel vun eis eenzel Pappen vum Bëschrueden, kënne mir doriwwer schwätzen (haha)
Oder mir kéinten gully kréien, ech Gréisst äre Kierper an e puer wäiss Kräid Supporter ronderëm et
[Wann 3]
Hallo Marshall, mäi Numm an d'Colson
Dir sollt zur Heelung zerëck (Wouh)
Ech weess Är EGO ass hurtin "
knowin "Just dass all vun denge Supporteren entdeckt mech (Salut)
Hien wëll, "Nondikass, hien eng jonk mech
Ausser hie kleet besser an ech ellent
Ëmmer nees Spaass vu mir. "
Stop all thuggery, Marshall, Dir LIVIN "am Luxus (Ayy)
Kuckt wat dir fir mech gemaach
Waren nëmmen en Album just vun mech well
Verdammt, Dir verléift mat mir
Dir krut Sue mee ech hongereg
Ech wëll der zefri mä Dir wäert soen net hinnen Texter eraus virun mech
Gefaang fir all raper eraus dass ënnert mech d'weider
Wëssen, datt ech nach ni esou fuckery Dir wäert
Nach batter no jiddereen dech
Pull datt wedgie aus Är dungarees (Ayy)
Ech muss der OGs Respekt an ech weess Meeschter "em perséinlech (Ayy)
Mee du bass just eng schüchteren actin "wéi e Puppelchen
Also ech muss Iech eng Crèche (Pussy) liesen
Ech de Geescht vun der Zukunft
An du bass just Ebenezer Scrooge (Facts)
Ech sot op FlexLanguage jiddereen et kritt hätt
Ech ass net géif et dir ginn
[Chorus]
Ech krank vun hinnen sweatsuits an hinnen schummen Kaape, loosse d'Diskussioun doriwwer (Loosst d'Diskussioun)
Ech krank vun dir wäert zu "räich an Dir nach rosen, loosse d'Diskussioun doriwwer (Loosst d'Diskussioun)
Esouwuel vun eis eenzel Pappen vum Bëschrueden, kënne mir doriwwer schwätzen (haha)
Oder mir kéinten gully kréien, ech Gréisst äre Kierper an e puer wäiss Kräid Supporter ronderëm et
[Bréck]
Ayy, ridin "shotty 'Ursaach ech muss dat Velossport Rullo
Et ass eng schnell Strooss wann Är idols Är Rivalen ginn, jo
fäert ni et ze soen op Är Gesiicht, ech sinn eng Arschloch
Gesouch-ass Drecksak
Oh mäi Gott, Ronny
Fuck Kells
[Wann 4]
Mir kennen Iech gekuckt get, Kanengchen
Ech gesinn Mama d'Spaghetti Regioun Är Sweatshirt
Ech wënschen Iech selwer op der records verléieren géif
Dass Dir virun engem Joerzéngt huet, waren se besser
Accordin "hinnen, bass du eng national Schatz
Fir mech, bass du esou mëll als Zeréck
D'Typ ze Angscht ginn Rihanna fir hir Zuel ze froen
Just schätzen hir Hand-Ella-Ella
Ech keng Angscht, okay Oscar der Grouch, Chill op de Canapé (Fuck)
Du krut en Oscar, Verdammt
Kann en aneren puer Liewensmëttel an hire Mond kréien? (Wierklech)
Si huet e Film iwwert Iech, bass du am jidderee-Équipe zéng
Du bass elo besser net mat Zäit
Et ass och nach labber, Eminem, no Ugrëff duerch d'Pen
Oder schreiwen eng Entschëllegung
Iwwer de einfach Fakt, hu dir mech ze erkennen net zefri
Ech sinn der prodigy
Wéi konnt ech och un Iech kucken an? Dir ass net esou grouss wéi mech
5'8 "an ech 6'4", siwen punches Emprise Äre Kapp nach
Leschte Kéier wou Dir 8 Mile zentraler war op engem treadmill doheem
Dir huet no engem Kamellen genannt
Ech war no enger Feierblumm genannt (Brr)
An net eng sucker ginn a meng Strof huelen vun Yelawolf d'Album ugefaangen, merci (Merci)
Ech wëll just meng Duechter fidderen
Dir tryna d'Geld stoppen hir ze ënnerstëtzen
Dir eng ëmmer '' furir der Aktioun ech esou
Text mech der Addy, ech pullin "an scrappin"
An ech duerch meng hunn "selwer, wat d'obligatorech
EST Kapitän, glécklech Braut mech oder mech schéissen
Dat ass wat hien d'wäert fir mech ze maachen hunn
Wann hie wéisst ass et net SchŠiss hie fir mech do kéint
Jidderee hu mech ëmmer, dës nei fir mech näischt ass
Jo et ass en Ënnerscheed tëscht eis
Ech all meng SchŠiss ouni Dre producin "mech (Ayy)
Ech weess du bass net ze soen benotzt
Normalerweis eng vun Äre disses soll mech Ruin
Mee gesouch ech aus Cleveland mech
Jidderee roueg dëser evenin ', ech readin "de Jousefskierfecht (déi Pabeiren)
Waren nëmmen en Album genannt méi fir
Sou datt heescht ëmbruecht hien him
Schonn so Meedchen ee raper d'dëser Woch
Do maachen mech net ruffen Kim
[Chorus]
Ech krank vun hinnen sweatsuits an hinnen schummen Kaape, loosse d'Diskussioun doriwwer (Loosst d'Diskussioun)
Ech krank vun dir wäert zu "räich an Dir nach rosen, loosse d'Diskussioun doriwwer (Loosst d'Diskussioun)
Esouwuel vun eis eenzel Pappen vum Bëschrueden, kënne mir doriwwer schwätzen (haha)
Oder mir kéinten gully kréien, ech Gréisst äre Kierper an e puer wäiss Kräid Supporter ronderëm et