RAP DEVIL

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 greates 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 here 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