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' Eight 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 yellin' Wooh so before you die let's see who can out-petty who
With your corny lines
Ow Kelly ooh
But I'm forty-five and I'm still outsellin' you
By twenty-nine 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 Imma make a mountain out of you wooh
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
Playin' dead
That's the only time you hold still
Are you eatin' cereal or oatmeal
What the fuck's in the bowl, milk
Wheaties or Cheerios
'Cos I'm takin' a shit in 'em Kelly
I need readin' 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 O-Two 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 eighty year-old me than twenty year-old you
'Till I'm hittin' old age
Still can fill a whole page with a ten year-old's rage
Got more fans than you in your own city
Lil' kiddy go play
Feel like I'm babysittin' 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 puttin' your name
Next to Ja, next to Benzino
Die motherfucker like the last motherfucker sayin' Hailie in vain
Alien brain
You Satanist
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
Bein' rich-shamed by some prick usin' my name for clickbait
In a state of bliss 'cos I said his goddamn name
Now I gotta cock back, aim
Yeah bitch pop Champagne to this
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
You'd look up to me and for the record you would suck a dick to fuckin' be me for a second
Lick a ballsack to get on my channel
Give your life to be as solidified
This motherfuckin' shit is like
Rambo when he's out of bullets so what good is a fuckin' machine gun when it's outta 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 'cos he knows long as I'm Shady he's gon' have to live in my shadow
Exhaustin'
Lettin' 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 'cos 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 dissin' 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 motherfuckin' Auto-Tune so 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
I'm sick of your blonde hair and earrings
Just 'cos you look in the mirror and think that you're Marshall Mathers
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
You fuckin'
Oh
And I'm just playin' Diddy
You know I love you
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