Machine Gun Kelly - Rap Devil (Eminem diss)

Ayy somebody grab him some clippers,
His fucking beard is weird,
Tough talk from a rapper paying millions for security a year,
"I think my dad's gone crazy, " yeah Hailie you right,
Dad's always mad cooped up in the studio yelling at the mic,
You're sober and bored, huh,
About to be 46 years old, dog,
Talking bout "I'ma call up Trick Trick",
Man you sound like a bitch, bitch,
Man up and handle your shit,
Mad about something 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,
Fucking dweeb, all you do is read the dictionary and stay inside,
Fuck Rap God, I'm the Rap Devil,
Coming bear face with a black shovel,
Like the Armageddon when the smoke settle,
His body next to this instrumental,
I'm saying.


[Estribillo]
I'm sick of them sweatsuits and that corny ass,
Let's talk about it,
I'm sick of you being 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 could get gully I'll size up your body,
And put some white chalk around it.


Let's talk about the fact you actually blacked,
Balled a rapper that's twice as young as you,
Let's call Sway, ask why I cangt go on Shade 45 because of you,
Let's ask Interscope how you had Paul Rosenberg trying to shelf me,
Still cangt 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 cangt stand yourself,
Trying to be the old you so bad you Stan yourself,
Let's leave all the beefing to 50, Em you're pushing 50,
Why you claiming that I'ma call Puff when you're 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 aingt believed him,
Please say it aingt so,
The big bad bully of the rap game cangt take a fucking joke,
Oh you want some fucking 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,
Dongt have a heart attack now,
Somebody help your mans up,
Knees weak of old age,
The real Slim Shady cangt stand up.


[Estribillo]
I'm sick of them sweatsuits and that corny ass,
Let's talk about it,
I'm sick of you being 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 could 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 hurting,
Just knowing that all of your fans discovered me,
He like "Damn, he a younger me,
Except he dresses better and I'm ugly,
Always making fun of me",
Stop all the thuggery Marshall, you're living 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 I'm hungry,
I like the diss but you wongt say those lyrics out in front of me,
Shout out to every rapper that's up under 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're just a bully acting like a baby so I gotta read you a nursery,
I'm the ghost of the future and you're just Ebenezer Scrooge,
I said on Flex, anyone could get it,
I aingt know it would be you.


[Estribillo]
I'm sick of them sweatsuits and that corny ass,
Let's talk about it,
I'm sick of you being 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 could get gully I'll size up your body,
And put some white chalk around it.



Riding shotty cause I gotta roll this dope,
It's a fast road when your idols become your rivals,
Never hesitate to say it to your face, I'm an asshole,
Bitch ass motherfucker,
We know you get nervous, Rabbit,
I see momma's spaghetti all over your sweater,
I wish you would lose yourself on the record,
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 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, you're in everybody's top ten,
You're not getting better with time,
It's fine Eminem, put down the pen,
Or write an apology about the simple fact,
You had to write a diss to acknowledge me,
I am the prodigy, how could I even look up to you,
You're not even as tall as me,
5'8" and I'm 6'4",
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 dongt 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 to support her,
You the one always talk about the action,
Text me the addy, I'm pulling up scrappy,
And I'm by fucking myself, what's happening?,
EST captain, salute me or shoot me,
That's what he's gonna have to do to me,
When he realizes there aingt shit he could do to me,
Everybody always hated me, this isngt anything new to me,
Yeah there's a difference between us,
I got all of my shit without Dre producing me,
I know you're not used to me,
Usually one of your disses should ruin me,
But bitch I'm from Cleveland,
Everybody quiet this evening, I'm reading the eulogy,
Dropped an album called Kamikaze, so that means it killed him,
Already fucked one rapper's girl this week, dongt make me call Kim.


[Estribillo]
I'm sick of them sweatsuits and that corny ass,
Let's talk about it,
I'm sick of you being 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 could get gully I'll size up your body,
And put some white chalk around it.