text: 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