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 outta 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
Fuaime tú cosúil le soith, soith
Éist leis an fuck suas
Nuair a bheith do lucht leanúna do haters
déanta agat?
féasóg ar aisteach fuckin '
Ceart go leor
Yellin tú 'ag an mic, fuckin' féasóg aisteach (Ba mhaith leat deatach)
ag déanamh againn 'sin aon uair amháin
Yellin tú 'ag an mic, do féasóg ar aisteach
Cén fáth a yell tú ag an mic? (Illa)
[Verse]
Rihanna bhuail mise amháin maidir le téacs
Aréir d'fhág mé Hickeys ar a mhuineál
Fan, dissed tú díreach dom? Tá mé ag perplexed
Insult dom i líne, compliment dom ar an chéad cheann eile
Damn, tá mé ag ndáiríre tá brón orainn mian leat mé a mbeadh taom croí
An raibh watchin '8 Mile ar mo NordicTrack
Thuig mé dearmad a ghlaonn tú ar ais
Seo go autograph do do iníon, Scríobh mé é ar caipín tosaithe
Stan, Stan, mac
Éist, fear, nach bhfuil Daidí mheabhair
Ach conas gonna a ainm tú féin tar éis gunna diabhal
Agus tá fear-Bun?
Na s fathach dhúisigh, súile oscailte, undeniable
deatach supplyin ', fuair an tine stoked
Abair fuair tú dom i raon feidhme, ach féarach tú dom
Rá liom glaoch amháin go Interscope agus go bhfuil tú Swayze
Do fhreagra a fuair an slua yelling, "Woo!"
Mar sin, sula bhfaighidh tú bás a ligean ar féach ar féidir amach-Petty a
Le do línte corny ( "caol, go bhfuil tú ag sean") - ow, Kelly, ooh
Ach tá mé 45 agus tá mé fós outselling duit
De réir 29, bhí mé trí albam a bhí shéid sin
Anois, a ligean ar labhairt faoi rud éigin 'Ní féidir liom a dhéanamh i ndáiríre
Téigh i dteach duine éigin iníon béal stealin 'bia
Ach tá tú fuckin 'cnoc caochÚn
Anois mé a dhéanamh sliabh as duit, woo!
Ho, fuaraigh, Actin 'mar a chuir tú an bairille chrome le mo smeara
Gunner? Bitch, nach bhfuil tú bogha agus saighead
Abair go mbainfidh tú ag druidim ar dom cosúil le bille teileafóin, sprayin 'luaidhe (Brrt)
Playin 'marbh, go bhfuil an t-am amháin a shealbhú tú fós (Coinnigh suas)
An bhfuil tú ag ithe arbhair nó oatmeal?
Cad é na atá ag fuck sa bhabhla, bainne? Wheaties nó Cheerios?
Cause Tá mé ag takin 'cac i' em, Kelly, is gá dom ábhar léitheoireachta
... Foclóir ...
Yo, caol, sucked ar do ceithre albam seo caite
Téigh ar ais go dtí Recovery, OH shoot, a bhí trí albam shin
Céard atá ar eolas agat? Úps
Know do fíricí sula dtagann tú ag dom, lil 'goof
Só, ó, bhris tú, soith? Yeah, Bhí mé go leor airgid i '02
Chun é a dhó os do chomhair, ho
Níos óige me? Níl, tú an Wack dom, tá sé greannmhar ach mar sin fíor
Ba mhaith liom a bheith in áit 80 bliain d'aois mé ná tú 20 bliain d'aois
Til tá mé ag bualadh seanaoise
Is féidir le líonadh Fós leathanach ar fad le buile a 10-bliain d'aois ar
Got lucht leanúna níos mó ná tú i do chathair féin, Lil 'kiddy, dul imirt
Más mian leat, cosúil le Tá mé ag babysitting Lil Tay
Fuair an ceart go leor Diddy agus mar sin chaith tú do lá ar fad
Shootin 'físeán ach a fuckin' tochailt do uaigh féin
Fuair tú ar do múscail féin, tá mé an gabhar billy
Níl tú déanta riamh liosta seo chugainn chun aon Biggie, ní Jay
Next chun Taylor Swift agus go Iggy ho, tú ar tí é a i ndáiríre buille
Kelly, beidh siad a chur ar do ainm
Next chun Ja, in aice le Benzino-bás, motherfucker!
Cosúil leis an motherfucker seo caite sayin 'Hailie i vain
inchinn eachtrannach, tú Satanist (Yeah)
Tá mo flops mó do amas is mó
Tá an cluiche mianach arís agus tá sé nach bhfuil nothin 'athrú ach na glais
Mar sin, sula maraigh mé an I soith, mwah, a thabhairt Jade póg
Gotta éis suas Lá Oibre a ghabhann leis an (An ag fuck?)
Bein 'saibhir-náiriú ag roinnt usin prick' m'ainm haghaidh clickbait
I stát de bliss 'a chur faoi deara a dúirt mé a ainm goddamn
Anois gotta mé coileach ar ais, mar aidhm
Yeah, soith, pop Champagne leis seo! (Pop)
Tá sé do láthair
Tá sé seo é, chomh mór agus is tá tú ag dul a fháil, mar sin taitneamh a bhaint as
Dá mbeadh a thabhairt duit ar ghairm go scriosadh é
instealladh marfach
Téigh go dtí chodladh sé troigh ar domhain, beidh mé a thabhairt duit B le haghaidh an iarracht
Ach má bhí mé trí-chos-aon cheann déag
Gur mhaith leat breathnú suas chugam, agus le haghaidh an taifead
Ba mhaith leat tarraing a Dick go fuckin 'bheith orm le haghaidh an dara
Lick a ballsack a fháil ar mo cainéal
Tabhair do shaol a bheith solidified mar
Tá an mothafuckin 'cac cosúil Rambo nuair atá sé amach na bpiléar
Dá bhrí sin tá an méid maith gunna meaisín fuckin 'nuair tá sé outta ammo?
go leor a bhí an rapper mumble tatted-suas
Conas is féidir é féin agus mé cath ar an ag fuck?
Beidh air a fuck Kim i mo flannel
Feicfidh mé a thabhairt dó mo sandals
Cause a fhios aige, fada agus tá mé Shady sé ag gon 'a bheith ag maireachtáil i mo scáth
Tuirsiúil, ligean amach ar mo sliocht
Lick bairille gunna, soith, a fháil amach dom!
rince timpeall air mar a bheadh sombrero, is féidir linn go léir a fheiceáil
Tá tú ag fuckin 'blas goirt amháin
Cause taobh istigh liathróidí-dhomhain Óg Gerald de Halsey
Do geansaí dearg, d'leathair dubh
gúna níos fearr Tá tú, Rap mé níos fearr
Go bagairt báis nó litir ghrá?
toothpick bán Little
Cuí tá sé thar pic, ní féidir liom ach is mian leat, prick
Go raibh maith agat as dissing dom
Anois, bhí mé leithscéal ar na mic a scríobh "Níl sé Alike"
Ach i ndáiríre ní féidir liom cúram a bhfuil i an ceart
Ach go bhfuil tú losin 'leis an gcomhrac roghnaíodh tú
Cé ag iarraidh eile é? go mainneoidh Ceanannas-iarracht! Budden-L ar!
Tairní fuckin 'sna cónraí chomh bog mar Cottonelle
Killshot, ní bheidh mé theipeann, tá mé leis an Doc fós
Ach Vox an leathcheann ar Boss pills agus insíonn sé sé scileanna a fuair
Ach, Ceanannas, tá an lá a chuir tú amach a bhuail an lae gceadaíonn Diddy
Gur chuir sé an t-amas amach go bhfuair Pac do marbadh ah!
Tá mé tinn de tú bein 'Wack
Agus usin fóill 'sin mothafuckin' Auto-Tune
Mar sin, a ligean ar labhairt faoi (A ligean ar labhairt faoi é)
Tá mé tinn de do bhéal Rap mumble
An riachtanas is gá a fháil ar an coileach suas as é
Sular féidir linn labhairt fiú faoi (Labhair faoi sé)
Tá mé tinn de do chuid gruaige blonde agus cluaise
Just a 'a chur faoi deara leat breathnú ar an scáthán agus smaoineamh
Go bhfuil tú ag Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers)
Ná chiallaíonn go bhfuil tú, agus nach bhfuil tú faoi
Mar sin, a fhágáil ach mo Dick i do bhéal agus a choinneáil ar mo 'níon as é
[Outro]
fuckin'-OH tú
Agus tá mé ag playin ach ', Diddy
Tá a fhios agat Is breá liom tú