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
Zvučiš kao kuja, kuja
Zatvori zajebati
Kad vaši navijači postanu vaši mrzitelji
Ste učinili?
Jebena brada je čudno
Dobro
Vi yellin' na mikrofon, jebeni čudan brade (Želite dim)
Mi radiš to nekad
Vi yellin' na mikrofon, vaš brada je čudno
Zašto ti vikati na mikrofon? (IIIa)
[Stih]
Rihanna samo me udario na tekst
Sinoć sam otišao hickeys na vratu
Pričekajte, samo me odbačen? Ja sam zbunjen
Vrijeđale u redu, kompliment mi je na sljedeći
K vragu, stvarno mi je žao što želiš da imaju srčani udar
Je watchin' 8 Mile na mom NordicTrack
Shvatio sam zaboravio da vas nazove
Evo da autogram za svoju kćer, to sam napisao na Starter kapu
Stan, Stan, sine
Slušaj, čovječe, tata nije lud
Ali kako ćeš nazvati se nakon prokleti pištolj
A ima čovjek-pecivo?
Div je probudio, oči otvori, neporeciv
Supplyin' dim, dobio je vatra podgrijavaju
Recimo da me je dobio u opsegu, ali ti me okrznuo
Kažem jedan poziv za Interscope, a vi ste Swayze
Vaš odgovor dobio gomilu vičući: „Woo!”
Dakle, prije nego što umre da vidimo tko može van sitni koji
Sa svojim Corny linije ( "Slim, ti si stare") - ow, Kelly, Ooh
Ali ja sam 45 i ja sam još uvijek ti konj Prodavati se bolje
Do 29, imao sam tri albuma koji su puhali
Sada ćemo govoriti o Nešto ja stvarno ne učiniti
Idi na nečiju kćer usta stealin' hrane
Ali ti si jebena krtica brdo
Sada Ja sam napraviti goru od vas, Woo!
Ho, hladnoća, aktin kao što ste stavili krom cijev u moju koštanu srž
Gunner? Kuja, što nije luk i strijela
Recimo da će se izvoditi na mene poput telefonskog računa, sprayin' olovo (Brrt)
Playin' mrtav, to je jedini put da držite dalje (Stani)
Jeste li jesti žitarice ili zobeno brašno?
Koji kurac je u zdjelu, mlijeko? Wheaties ili Cheerios?
Jer ja sam takin' sranje u „em, Kelly, moram štiva
…Rječnik…
Ej, vitak, vaše posljednje četiri albuma isisan
Idi natrag na oporavak, oh shoot, to je bilo prije tri albuma
Sta ti znas? Ups
Znati svoje činjenice prije nego što dođe na mene, Lil”glupan
Luksuzni, oh, ti se slomi, kučko? Da, imao sam dovoljno novca u '02
Da biste ga spaliti ispred vas, ho
Mlađi mi? Ne, da je Wack mi, to je smiješno, ali tako istinito
Ja bih radije biti 80-godišnji mi od 20-godišnjeg vas
Do Ja udaranje starost
Ipak može ispuniti cijelu stranicu s 10-year-old je bijes
Imaš više navijača nego što u svom gradu, Lil”klinjo, ići igrati
Osjećam kao da sam čuvala Lil Tay
Dobio Diddy u redu, tako ste proveli cijeli dan
Pucanje video samo jebena kopaju vlastiti grob
koju je dobio na vlastitu tragu, ja sam jarac
Ne nikada napravio popis pokraj Nije neki problem, ni Jay
Uz Taylor Swift i da Iggy ho, ti o tome da stvarno udarca
Kelly, oni će biti stavljajući svoje ime
Pored Ja, pored Benzino-umrijeti, motherfucker!
Kao i prošle motherfucker sayin' Hailie uzalud
Alien mozak, ti sotonist (Da)
Moj najveći flops su vaše najveće hitove
Igra je moje i opet nije ništa promijenila, ali brave
Dakle, prije nego što sam ubijem ovu kuja ja, mwah, dati Jade poljubac
Moram probuditi Praznik rada toga (kurac?)
Kost bogat-osramotila neki prick Uporaba moje ime za clickbait
U stanju blaženstva „uzrok, rekao sam njegovo ime prokleto
Sada moram penis natrag, cilj
Da, kuja, pop Champagne za ovo! (Pop)
To je vaš trenutak
To je to, velik kao da ćeš doći, pa uživati u njemu
Morao sam vam dati karijeru da ga uništi
smrtonosnu injekciju
Idi na spavanje šest stopa dubok, ja ću vam dati B za trud
Ali, ako sam bio tri-noga-jedanaest
Ti bi potražiti za mene, i za snimanje
Ti bi sisati kurac za jebeni biti ja za sekundu
Lizati ballsack da se na moj kanal
Dati svoj život kako bi se što je očvrsnuo
To mothafuckin' sranje je poput Ramba kad ga nema metaka
Dakle, ono što je dobro je jebena strojnica kad je outta streljivo?
Dosta ovog tatted-up mumljati reper
Kako kurac mogu ga i ja bitka?
On će morati zajebavati Kim u svojoj flanela
Ja ću mu dati moje sandale
Uzrok zna, dok sam Shady on Gon”morati živjeti u mojoj sjeni
Iscrpljujući, ostavljajući off na moj potomstvo
Lizati pištolj barel, kučko, skini mi se!
Plešeš oko nje poput sombrera, možemo vidjeti sve
Ti si jebena slano
Uzrok Young Gerald je loptica-duboko u Halsey
Vaš crvena vesta, vaš crne kože
Vi haljina bolje, ja rap bolje
To prijetnjom smrću ili ljubavno pismo?
Mala bijela čačkalica
Misli da je preko slika, samo ne kao ti, probadanja
Hvala što si me dissing
Sada sam imao razloga na mikrofon za pisanje „ne pod istim uvjetima”
Ali ja stvarno ne zanima tko je u pravu
Ali ti si losin' borba ste odabrali
Tko još želi? Kells-pokušaj ne uspije! Budden-L-a!
Jebena nokte u tim lijesovima mekan kao Cottonelle
Killshot, neću uspjeti, ja sam s Doc dalje
No, ovaj idiot šef pojavi tablete i kaže mu da ima vještine
No, Kells, dan ugasiti hit je dan Diddy priznaje
Da je stavio hit da je dobio Pac ubijen, ah!
Ja sam bolesna od vas kost Wack
I dalje usin' da mothafuckin' Auto-Tune
Dakle, pričajmo o tome (Razgovarajmo o tome)
Dosta mi je vašeg mumljati rap usta
Potreba da biste dobili penis iz nje
Prije nego što čak može govoriti o tome (Razgovor o tome)
Dosta mi je vašeg plavu kosu i naušnice
Samo zato što se pogledate u ogledalo i razmišljam
Da si Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers)
Ne znači da su i ti nisi o tome
Dakle, samo ostaviti moj kurac u usta i držati svoju kćer iz nje
[Završnu]
Vi fuckin'-oh
A ja sam samo playin' Diddy
Znaš da te volim