Oh my God, Ronny
Ayy, somebody grab him some clippers 
His fuckin beard is weird
Tough talk from a rapper payin millions for security a year
I think my dads gone crazy, yeah, Hailie, you right
Dads always mad cooped up in the studio, yellin at the mic
Youre sober and bored, huh? 
Bout to be 46 years old, dog
Talkin bout Ima call up Trick Trick
Man, you sound like a bitch, bitch
Man up and handle your shit 
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 youre the greatest rapper alive
Fuckin dweeb, all you do is read the dictionary and stay inside
Fuck Rap God, Im the Rap Devil
Comin bare-faced with a black shovel
Like the Armageddon when the smoke settle
His body next to this instrumental, Im sayin
Im sick of them sweatsuits and them corny hats, lets talk about it
Im sick of you bein rich and you still mad, lets talk about it
Both of us single dads from the Midwest, we can talk about it
Or we could get gully, Ill size up your body and put some white chalk around it 
Lets talk about the fact you actually blackballed a rapper
Thats twice as young as you 
Lets call Sway
Ask why I cant go on Shade 45 because of you 
Lets ask Interscope
How you had Paul Rosenberg tryin to shelf me 
Still cant cover up the fact
Your last four albums is as bad as your selfie
Now tell me, what do you stand for? 
I know you cant stand yourself 
Tryin to be the old you so bad, you Stan yourself 
Lets leave all the beefin to 50 
Em, youre pushin 50
Why you claimin that Ima call Puff?
When you the one that called Diddy 
Then you went and called Jimmy 
They conference called me in the morning 
They told me you mad about a tweet
You wanted me to say sorry 
I swear to God I aint believe him 
Please say it aint so 
The big bad bully of the rap game cant take a fuckin joke
Oh, you want some fuckin smoke 
But not literally, youll choke
Yeah, Ill acknowledge youre the G.O.A.T
But Im The Gunner, bitch, I got you in the scope 
Dont have a heart attack now 
Somebody help your mans up 
Knees weak of old age, The Real Slim Shady cant stand up
Im sick of them sweatsuits and them corny hats, lets talk about it 
Im sick of you bein rich and you still mad, lets talk about it 
Both of us single dads from the Midwest, we can talk about it 
Or we could get gully, Ill size up your body and put some white chalk around it
Hello Marshall, my names 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 Im ugly
Always making fun of me.
Stop all the thuggery, Marshall, you livin in luxury 
Look what you done to me
Dropped an album just because of me
Damn, you in love with me
You got money but Im hungry
I like the diss but you wont say them lyrics out in front of me
Shout out to every rapper thats up under me
Know that Ill 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 youre just a bully actin like a baby
So I gotta read you a nursery 
Im the ghost of the future
And youre just Ebenezer Scrooge 
I said on Flex anyone could get it
I aint know it would be you
Im sick of them sweatsuits and them corny hats, lets talk about it 
Im sick of you bein rich and you still mad, lets talk about it 
Both of us single dads from the Midwest, we can talk about it 
Or we could get gully, Ill size up your body and put some white chalk around it
Ayy, ridin shotty cause I gotta roll this dope
Its a fast road when your idols become your rivals, yeah
Never hesitate to say it to your face, Im an asshole
Bitch-ass motherfucker
Oh my God, Ronny
Fuck Kells
We know you get nervous, Rabbit
I see Mamas 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, youre a national treasure
To me, youre as soft as a feather
The type to be scared to ask Rihanna for her number
Just hold her umbrella-ella-ella
Im not afraid, okay Oscar the Grouch, chill on the couch 
You got an Oscar, damn
Can anyone else get some food in their mouth? 
They made a movie about you, youre in everybodys top ten
Youre not getting better with time
Its 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 aint as tall as me
58 and Im 64, 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 dont be a sucker and take my verse off of Yelawolfs album, 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, Im pullin up scrappin
And Im by my fuckin self, whats happenin
EST captain, salute me or shoot me
Thats what hes gonna have to do to me
When he realizes there aint shit he could do to me
Everybody always hated me, this isnt anything new to me
Yeah theres a difference between us
I got all of my shit without Dre producin me 
I know youre not used to me
Usually one of your disses should ruin me
But bitch Im from Cleveland
Everybody quiet this evenin, Im readin the eulogy 
Dropped an album called Kamikaze
So that means he killed him
Already fucked one rappers girl this week
Dont make me call Kim
Im sick of them sweatsuits and them corny hats, lets talk about it 
Im sick of you bein rich and you still mad, lets talk about it 
Both of us single dads from the Midwest, we can talk about it 
Or we could get gully, Ill size up your body and put some white chalk around it