You sound like a bitch, bitch. Shut the fuck up
When your fans become your haters. You done?
Fuckin' beard's weird. Alright. You yellin' at the mic, fuckin' weird beard
We doin' this once. You yellin' at the mic, your beard's weird. Why you yell at the mic? (Illa)
You sound like a bitch, bitch. Shut the fuck up
When your fans become your haters. You done?
Fuckin' beard's weird. Alright. You yellin' at the mic, fuckin' weird beard
We doin' this once. You yellin' at the mic, your beard's weird. Why you yell at the mic? (Illa)
[Verse]
Rihanna just hit me on a text
Last night I left hickeys on her neck
Wait, you just dissed me? I'm perplexed
Insult me in a line, compliment me on the next
Damn, I'm really sorry you want me to have a heart attack
Was watchin' 8 Mile on my NordicTrack
Realized I forgot to call you back
Here's that autograph for your daughter, I wrote it on a Starter cap
Stan, Stan, son
Listen, man, Dad isn't mad
But how you gonna name yourself after a damn gun
And have a man-bun?
The giant's woke, eyes open, undeniable
Supplyin' smoke, got the fire stoked
Say you got me in a scope, but you grazed me
I say one call to Interscope and you're Swayze
Your reply got the crowd yelling, "Woo!"
So before you die let's see who can out-petty who
With your corny lines ("Slim, you're old")—ow, Kelly, ooh
But I'm 45 and I'm still outselling you
By 29, I had three albums that had blew
Now let's talk about somethin' I don't really do
Go in someone's daughter's mouth stealin' food
But you're a fuckin' mole hill
Now I'ma make a mountain out of you, woo!
Ho, chill, actin' like you put the chrome barrel to my bone marrow
Gunner? Bitch, you ain't a bow and arrow
Say you'll run up on me like a phone bill, sprayin' lead (brrt)
Playin' dead, that's the only time you hold still (hold up)
Are you eating cereal or oatmeal?
What the fuck's in the bowl, milk? Wheaties or Cheerios?
Cause I'm takin' a shit in 'em, Kelly, I need reading material
…Dictionary…
Yo, Slim, your last four albums sucked
Go back to Recovery, oh shoot, that was three albums ago
What do you know? Oops
Know your facts before you come at me, lil' goof
Luxury, oh, you broke, bitch? Yeah, I had enough money in '02
To burn it in front of you, ho
Younger me? No, you the wack me, it's funny but so true
I'd rather be 80-year-old me than 20-year-old you
Til I'm hitting old age
Still can fill a whole page with a 10-year-old's rage
Got more fans than you in your own city, lil' kiddy, go play
Feel like I'm babysitting Lil Tay
Got the Diddy okay so you spent your whole day
Shootin' a video just to fuckin' dig your own grave
Got you at your own wake, I'm the billy goat
You ain't never made a list next to no Biggie, no Jay
Next to Taylor Swift and that Iggy ho, you about to really blow
Kelly, they'll be putting your name
Next to Ja, next to Benzino—die, motherfucker!
Like the last motherfucker sayin' Hailie in vain
Alien brain, you Satanist (yeah)
My biggest flops are your greatest hits
The game's mine again and ain't nothin' changed but the locks
So before I slay this bitch I, mwah, give Jade a kiss
Gotta wake up Labor Day to this (the fuck?)
Bein' rich-shamed by some prick usin' my name for clickbait
In a state of bliss 'cause I said his goddamn name
Now I gotta cock back, aim
Yeah, bitch, pop Champagne to this! (pop)
It's your moment
This is it, as big as you're gonna get, so enjoy it
Had to give you a career to destroy it
Lethal injection
Go to sleep six feet deep, I'll give you a B for the effort
But if I was three-foot-eleven
Lick a ballsack to get on my channel
Give your life to be as solidified
This mothafuckin' shit is like Rambo when he's out of bullets
So what good is a fuckin' machine gun when it's out of ammo?
Had enough of this tatted-up mumble rapper
How the fuck can him and I battle?
He'll have to fuck Kim in my flannel
I'll give him my sandals
Cause he knows, long as I'm Shady he's gon' have to live in my shadow
Exhausting, letting off on my offspring
Lick a gun barrel, bitch, get off me!
You dance around it like a sombrero, we can all see
You're fuckin' salty
Cause Young Gerald's balls-deep inside of Halsey
Your red sweater, your black leather
You dress better, I rap better
That a death threat or a love letter?
Little white toothpick
Thinks it's over a pic, I just don't like you, prick
Thanks for dissing me
Now I had an excuse on the mic to write "Not Alike"
But really I don't care who's in the right
But you're losin' the fight you picked
Who else want it? Kells—attempt fails! Budden—L's!
Fuckin' nails in these coffins as soft as Cottonelle
Killshot, I will not fail, I'm with the Doc still
But this idiot's boss pops pills and tells him he's got skills
But, Kells, the day you put out a hit's the day Diddy admits
That he put the hit out that got Pac killed, ah!
I'm sick of you bein' wack
And still usin' that mothafuckin' Auto-Tune
So let's talk about it (let's talk about it)
I'm sick of your mumble rap mouth
Need to get the cock up out it
Before we can even talk about it (talk about it)
I'm sick of your blonde hair and earrings
Just 'cause you look in the mirror and think
Don't mean you are, and you're not about it
So just leave my dick in your mouth and keep my daughter out it
[Outro]
You fuckin'—oh
And I'm just playin', Diddy
You know I love you
等等，你刚才dissed我吗？我很困惑
侮辱我在一条线上，称赞我就下
妈的，我真的很抱歉，你要我有一个心脏发作
是在看着我NORDICTRACK 8英里
意识到我忘了给你打电话回来
下面是签名你的女儿，我写在了一个Starter的帽子
斯坦，斯坦，儿子
听着，人，爸爸是不是疯了
但是如何你要一个该死的枪后，自己的名字
而有一个人，包子？
巨人醒来，睁眼，不可否认
Supplyin'烟，拿到了炉火烧得旺旺
说你有我在一个范围，但你擦过我
我说一个调用的Interscope和你斯韦兹
您的回复让观众大喊，“呜！”
所以，在你死之前，让我们看看谁可以出，小谁
有了您的陈腐的台词（“修身，你老了”） - 呜，凯利，户外
不过，我45岁，我仍然销量超过了你
29，我不得不吹那三张专辑
现在，让我们来谈谈事端我真的不这样做
走在别人的女儿的嘴stealin'食品
但你是一个该死的摩尔山
现在，我要让一座山挖出来，呜！
何，寒战，肌动蛋白就像你把铬枪管到我的骨髓
炮手？婊子，你是不是一个弓箭
说你对我跑起来就像一个电话账单，sprayin'铅（brrt）
儿戏死了，这就是你持有仍然是唯一的时间（容纳）
你正在吃麦片或燕麦片？
什么他妈的在碗里，牛奶吗？麦片或麦片？
因为我羚牛的狗屎“时间，凯利，我需要阅读材料
…字典…
哟，苗条，最后的四张专辑吸
回到恢复，拍哦，那是三名年前的专辑
你知道什么？哎呀
了解你的事实，你来我面前，律”混日子
豪华，哦，你打破了，婊子？是啊，我在'02有足够的钱
烧它在你的面前，豪
年轻的我吗？不，你怪人我，这很有趣，但很真实
我宁愿是80岁的我比20岁的你
直到我打的晚年
仍然可以填满整个页面与一个10岁的愤怒
在自己的城市，律” KIDDY得到了比你更多的球迷，去发挥
觉得我照顾郑律
得到的老爹好，所以你花了整个天
乱射只是他妈的视频自掘坟墓
在自己醒了你，我的小山羊
你是不是从来没有旁边没有什么大不了，没有周杰伦的列表
下一步，泰勒·斯威夫特和伊基浩，你要真能吹
凯利，他们就会把你的名字
下一步，JA，毗邻本齐诺，死了，混蛋！
像一个王八蛋白白说海莉
外国人的头脑，撒旦（耶）
我最大的触发器是你最大的点击
本场比赛是我的一次是没什么改变，但锁
所以我才杀了这个婊子我，mwah，给玉一吻
总得醒来劳动节这个（他妈的？）
发财了，羞辱一些刺全光照我的名字clickbait
在幸福“事业的状态我说，他该死的名字
现在我得公鸡回来，目的
是啊，婊子，POP香槟到这里！ （POP）
这是你的时刻
这是它，大如你会得到什么，所以喜欢它
假如给你一个职业生涯毁掉它
注射死刑
睡吧六英尺深，我会给你一个B中的努力
但是，如果我是三足-Eleven便利店
舔ballsack让我的频道
给你的生活像凝固
这该死的狗屎像兰博当他的子弹
那么有什么好是一个该死的机枪时，它的出弹药的？
受够了这种梭织机咕哝说唱歌手
他和我如何他妈的能战斗？
他将不得不他妈的金在我的法兰绒
我给了他我的凉鞋
因为他知道，只要我黑幕，他的坤”要住在我的影子
倾尽所有，不放过对我的后代
舔枪管，婊子，我下车！
你身边跳舞，它像一个草帽，我们都可以看到
你他妈的咸
引起年轻杰拉德哈尔西的球，在内心深处
你的红毛衣，你的黑色皮革
你穿得好，我更好地说唱
这死亡威胁或情书？
白色的小牙签
认为这是在知情同意，我只是不喜欢你，刺
谢谢你瞧不起我
现在我的麦克风借口，写“不似”
不过说真的，我不关心谁是朝着正确
但你失去感到你选的斗争
还有谁想要吗？凯尔斯，尝试失败！巴登-L的！
该死的指甲在这些棺材柔软如Cottonelle
Killshot，我不会失败，我对这个文件仍然
但这种白痴的老板弹出药丸，告诉他他有技巧
但是，凯尔斯，一天，你拿出一击的一天老爹承认
那他把打出来，进行了小精灵杀啊！
我讨厌你拜因怪人
和全光照仍然那该死的自动调谐
因此，让我们谈论它（让我们谈谈吧）
我受够了你的喃喃说唱嘴
需要得到公鸡出它
之前，我们甚至可以谈论它（谈谈吧）
我受够了你的金发和耳环
只是因为你照照镜子，想想
不要吝啬你是，你是不是它
所以，只留下我的家伙在你的嘴，让我的女儿了它
[OUTRO]
您fuckin'哦
而我只是在玩，吹牛老爹
你知道我爱你
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