RAP DEVIL

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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

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 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