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)
About 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
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'
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
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 GOAT
But I'm The Gunner, bitch
I got you in the scope (brra)
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
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
Hello Marshall, my name's Colson
You should go back to Recovery
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 (damn)
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 (hey)
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 (nursery)
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
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
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 a asshole
Bitch-ass motherfucker
Oh my god, Ronny
We know you get nervous, Rabbit
I see Momma'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
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
romanize Korean
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)
About 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
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'
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
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 GOAT
But I'm The Gunner, bitch
I got you in the scope (brra)
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
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
Hello Marshall, my name's Colson
You should go back to Recovery
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 (damn)
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 (hey)
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 (nursery)
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
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
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 a asshole
Bitch-ass motherfucker
Oh my god, Ronny
We know you get nervous, Rabbit
I see Momma'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
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