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Gm7
You sound like a bitch bitch
Shut the fuck up
Gm7
When your fans become your haters
You done
Fuck your beard's weird
Gm7
Alright You yellin' at the mic you weird beard
We doin' this once
Gm Gm
Your beard's weird why you yellin' at the mic ■
Rihanna just hit me on a text
Gm Eb
Last night I left hickeys on her neck
Gm
Wait you just dissed me I'm perplexed
Gm
Insult me in a line compliment me on the next damn
Gm Gm
I'm really sorry you want me to have a heart attack ■
Was watchin' eight Mile on my NordicTrack
Gm
Realized I forgot to call you back
Gm Gm
Here's that autograph for your daughter I wrote it on a Starter cap ■
Gm D7
Stan Stan son listen man dad isn't mad
G Gm
But how you gonna name yourself after a damn gun and have a man bun
G7 Gm
The ■ giant's woke eyes open undeniable
Supplyin' smoke got the fire stoked
G
Say you got me in a scope but you grazed me
Gm G7
I say one call to Interscope and you're Swayze
G
Your reply got the crowd yelling Woo
G
So before you die let's see who can outpetty who
G
With your corny lines
G
Ow Kelly ooh but I'm fortyfive and I'm still outselling you
Gm
By twentynine I had three albums that had blew
Gm
Now let's talk about somethin' I don't really do
Gm
Go in someone's daughter's mouth stealin' food
Gm Gm
But you're a fuckin' mole hill now I'ma make a mountain out of you ■ woo
Gm
Ho chill actin' like you put the chrome barrel to my bone marrow
D7
Gunner Bitch you ain't a bow and arrow
C7 Gm
Say you'll run up on me like a phone bill sprayin' lead
Gm C7 Gm7
Playin' dead that's the only time you hold still ■
Are you eating cereal or oatmeal
Gm7
What the fuck's in the bowl milk Wheaties or Cheerios
Gm7
'cause I'm takin' a shit in 'em Kelly I need reading material
Gm G7
Dictionary Yo Slim your last four albums sucked
Gm D7
Go back to Recovery oh shoot that was three albums ago
G Gm
What do you know Oops know your facts before you come at me lil' goof
G7
Luxury oh you broke bitch
G Gm
Yeah I had enough money in 'two
Gm
To burn it in front of you ho
Gm
Younger me No you the whack me
It's funny but so true
Gm
I'd rather be eighty year old me than twenty year old you
G G
'til ■ I'm hitting old age still can fill a whole page with a ten year
old's rage
Gm
Got more fans than you in your own city lil' kiddy
Gm G7
Go play feel like I'm babysitting Lil Tay
Gm G7
Got the Diddy okay so you spent your whole day
G7
Shootin' a video just to fuckin' dig your own grave
G7
Got you at your own wake I'm the billy goat
Gm G7
You ain't never made a list next to no Biggie no Jay
Gm G
Next to Taylor Swift and that Iggy ho you about to really blow
Kelly they'll be putting your name
G Gm
Next to Ja next to Benzino die motherfucker
G7
Like the last motherfucker sayin' Hailey in vain
G7
Alien brain you Satanist
G D7
My biggest flops are your greatest hits
G7
The game's mine again and ain't nothin' changed but the locks
Gm Gm
So before I slay this bitch mwah give Jade a kiss ■
Gm
Gotta wake up Labor Day to this ■
Gm
Bein' richshamed by some prick usin' my name for clickbait
Gm
In a state of bliss 'cause I said his goddamn name
Gm7 Gm7
Now I gotta cock back aim yeah bitch pop champagne to this ■
Gm Gm7
It's your moment this is it
Gm7
As big as you're gonna get so enjoy it ■
Had to give you a career to destroy it
Gm
Lethal injection go to sleep six feet deep
G
I'll give you a B for the effort but if I was three
G
Foot eleven you'd look up to me and for the record
Gm
You would suck a dick to fuckin' be me for a second
Gm G
Lick a ballsack to get on my channel
G
Give your life to be as solidified
G
This mothafuckin' shit is like Rambo when he's out of bullets
Gm
So what good is a fuckin' machine gun when it's out of ammo
Gm
Had enough of this tattedup mumble rapper
Gm
How the fuck can him and I battle
Gm
He'll have to fuck Kim in my flannel
I'll give him my sandals
Gm
'cause he knows long as I'm Shady he's gon' have to live in my shadow
Gm
Exhausting letting off on my offspring
G
Like a gun barrel bitch get off me
G
You dance around it like a sombrero we can all see
Gm Gm
You're fuckin' salty 'cause young Gerald's ballsdeep inside of Halsey ■
G
Your red sweater your black leather
G
You dress better I rap better
Gm
That a death threat or a love letter
Little white toothpick
Gm
Thinks it's over a pic I just don't like you prick
Gm
Thanks for dissing me
G
Now I had an excuse on the mic to write Not Alike
G
But really I don't care who's in the right
Gm Gm
But you're losin' the fight you picked ■
Gm
Who else want it Kells
G
Attempt fails Budden L's
Gm
Fuckin' nails in these coffins as soft as Cottonelle
Gm
Killshot I will not fail I'm with the Doc still
Gm D7
But this idiot's boss pops pills and tells him he's got skills
G
But Kells the day you put out a hit's the day Diddy admits
D7
That he put the hit out that got Pac killed ah
D7
I'm sick of you bein' whack
G7 D7 G7
And still usin' that mothafuckin' AutoTune so let's talk about it
G
I'm sick of your mumble rap mouth
G7 Gm D7 Gm
Need to get the cock up out it before we can even talk about it
I'm sick of your blonde hair and earrings
Gm D7 G7
Just 'cause you look in the mirror and think you're Marshall Mathers ■
Don't mean you are and you're not about it
G7
So just leave my dick in your mouth and keep my daughter out it
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G7 G7
You fuckin' oh ■
G7
And I'm just playin' Diddy you know I love you