[Intro: Machine Gun Kelly & Sammi Giancola]
(Oh my God, RONNY) Ayy
[Verse 1]
Somebody grab him some clippers (Zzt), his fuckin' beard is weird
Tough talk from a rapper payin' millions for security a year
"I think my dad's gone—" (Ah!), yeah, Hailie, you right
Dad's always mad cooped up in the studio, yellin' at the mic
You sober and bored, huh? (I know) 'Bout to be forty-six 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? (Huh)
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'
[Chorus]
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)
[Verse 2]
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 up to 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 bad as your selfie
Now tell me, what do you stand for? (What?)
I know you can't stand yourself (True)
Tryna be the old you so bad, you stan yourself (Ha)
Let's leave all the beefin' to 50 (Please), Em, you're pushin' fifty
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 mornin' (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 (Brrah)
Don't have a heart attack now (Uh), somebody help your mans up (Help)
Knees weak of old age, the real Slim Shady can't stand up
(Oh my God, RONNY) Ayy
[Verse 1]
Somebody grab him some clippers (Zzt), his fuckin' beard is weird
Tough talk from a rapper payin' millions for security a year
"I think my dad's gone—" (Ah!), yeah, Hailie, you right
Dad's always mad cooped up in the studio, yellin' at the mic
You sober and bored, huh? (I know) 'Bout to be forty-six 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? (Huh)
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'
[Chorus]
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)
[Verse 2]
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 up to 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 bad as your selfie
Now tell me, what do you stand for? (What?)
I know you can't stand yourself (True)
Tryna be the old you so bad, you stan yourself (Ha)
Let's leave all the beefin' to 50 (Please), Em, you're pushin' fifty
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 mornin' (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 (Brrah)
Don't have a heart attack now (Uh), somebody help your mans up (Help)
Knees weak of old age, the real Slim Shady can't stand up
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