Targets YourFavouriteShady

[Intro]
Haven’t done this shit in a while but boutta show why I’m the one for this shit
Thought this style was gone for good with last album
Gotta thank Gleason for this idea!

[Verse 1:Shady]
Bro, I ain't feeling anything you're spitting, you gawkin'
Shit must be hawkin', the way you be talking
Dry ahh voice, bending over backward, you pretending
Every sentence that you penning, got me wishing for an ending
Fool, you wheelin’ hard, but you soft as a cushion
Got your girl on her knees, call it silent submission
You a waste of space, your existence is fiction
Like your birth was a glitch in the system’s affliction

Tf was that shit? You got hellen to ghostwrite for you?
Would get hell on for targeting her, guess I'll go back 'nd kill er
Even she could see your views wack, like damn that's true
Dropping bombs like Hiroshima, leaving you through
With no clue, what to do, got you blue, boohoo
You're a sight for sore eyes, more like a bore, no surprise
Couldn't hit the target if it slapped you in the face, (fuckin’ disgrace)

??? be thinking he's slick, quick to flip the script, but he's just a prick
Got no rhythm, no rhyme, wasting my time, you a crime
Tick-tock on the clock, your time's up, get in line
Spitting that garbage, you ain't divine, just asinine
Can't keep up with the flow, slow as molasses, no passes
Take classes, you dumbasses, my words burn like acid