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
’bout 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 0
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’ barefaced with a black shovel
like the armageddon when the smoke settle
his body next to this 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 ayy
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 brrah
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 let’s talk
i’m sick of you bein’ rich and you still mad let’s talk about it let’s talk
both of us single dads from the midwest we can talk about it haha
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 wouh
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 ayy
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 ayy
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 pussy
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 let’s talk
i’m sick of you bein’ rich and you still mad let’s talk about it let’s talk
both of us single dads from the midwest we can talk about it haha
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 an asshole
bitchass motherfucker
oh my god ronny
fuck kells
4
we know you get nervous rabbit
i see mama’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 umbrellaellaella
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 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 let’s talk
i’m sick of you bein’ rich and you still mad let’s talk about it let’s talk
both of us single dads from the midwest we can talk about it haha
or we could get gully i’ll size up your body and put some white chalk around it
Artist: Machine Gun Kelly
Year: 2018
Decade: 10s
Language: en
Word Count: 652