RAP DEVIL E

Oh my God, Ronnie. Ayy, somebody grab him some clippers. This fuckin' beard is weird. Tough talk from a rapper payin' millions for Security a year. "I think my dad's gon'"— Yeah, Hailie, you right. Dad's always mad, cooped up in the studio yellin' At the mic. You sober and bored, huh? I know. About to be forty-six years old, dawg, Talkin' 'bout, "I'ma call up Trick Trick." Man, you sound like a bitch, bitch. Man up and handle your shit. You 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. Come to Buried Face 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 can 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 call Sway, ask why I Can't go up to Shade 45 because of you. Let's ask Interscope how you had Paul Rosenberg Tryin' to shelf me. Still can't cover up the Fact your last four albums as bad as your Selfie. Now tell me, what are you stayin' for? I know you can't stand yourself. Tryna be the old you so bad, you stayin' Yourself. Let's leave all the beef in the '50s. Em, you're pushin' fifty. Why you claimin' I'ma call Puff when you the One that called Diddy? Then you went and called Jimmy, then conference called me in the mornin'. They told me you mad about a tweet, you Wanted me to say sorry. I swear to God I ain't believe 'em. Please say it ain't so. The big bad bully of the rap game can't Take a fuckin' joke. Oh, you want some fuckin' Smoke? 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. Don't have a heart attack now. Somebody help your mans up. 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 can 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. He like, "Damn, he a younger me," except he Dresses better and I'm ugly. Always makin' 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 to diss but you won't say them Lyrics out in front of me. Shoutout to every Rapper that's a fun of me. Know that I'll Never do you like this fuckery. Still bitter after everyone loves you. Pull that wedgie out your dungarees. I gotta respect the OGs, and I know most Of 'em personally. But you just a bully actin' Like a baby, so I gotta read you a Nursery. I'm the Ghost of the Future, and you Just Ebenezer Scrooge. I said on "Flex" anyone can 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 us single dads from the Midwest, we can Talk about it. Or we can get gully, I'll Size up your body and put some white chalk Around it. Ayy, ride or shotty 'cause I got On road is 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. Oh my God, Ronnie. motherfucko. We know you get nervous, Rabbit, I see mama's Spaghetti all over your sweater. I wish you would lose yourself in the records That you made a decade ago, they were better. According 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 a fool. Okay, Oscar the Grouch, Chill on the couch. You got a Oscar, damn, Can anyone else get some food in they mouth? For real, they made a movie about you. You in everybody's top ten. You're not gettin' 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. Five-eight, man, I'm six-four. 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. And don't be a sucker and Take my verse off of YelaWolf's album, thank you. I just wanna feed my daughter. You tried to Stop the money that support her. You the one always talkin' about the action. Text me the addy, I'm pullin' up scrappin'. And I'm by fuckin' self, what's happenin'? E-S-E cat that salute me or shoot me, that's What he's gonna have to do to me when He realizes that it ain't shit he can 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. I know you 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' a eulogy. Dropped an album called Kamakaze, 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 us single dads from the Midwest, we can Talk about it. Or we can get gully, I'll Size up your body and put some white chalk Around it.