[Verse 1: Eminem]
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' 8 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 yelling, "Woo!"
So before you die let's see who can out-petty who
With your corny lines ("Slim, you're old")—ow, Kelly, ooh
But I'm 45 and I'm still outselling you
By 29, 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 I'ma make a mountain out of you, woo!
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 (Brrt)
Playin' dead, that's the only time you hold still (Hold up)
Are you eating cereal or oatmeal?
What the fuck's in the bowl, milk? Wheaties or Cheerios?
'Cause I'm takin' a shit in 'em, Kelly, I need reading 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 '02
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 80-year-old me than 20-year-old you
'Til I'm hitting old age
Still can fill a whole page with a 10-year-old's rage
Got more fans than you in your own city, lil' kiddy, go play
Feel like I'm babysitting 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 putting your name
Next to Ja, next to Benzino—die, motherfucker!
Like the last motherfucker sayin' Hailie in vain
Alien brain, you Satanist (Yeah)
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 (The fuck?)
Bein' rich-shamed by some prick usin' my name for clickbait
In a state of bliss 'cause I said his goddamn name
Now I gotta cock back, aim
Yeah, bitch, pop Champagne to this! (Pop)
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 mothafuckin' 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
'Cause he knows, long as I'm Shady he's gon' have to live in my shadow
Exhausting, letting 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
'Cause 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 dissing 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 mothafuckin' Auto-Tune
So let's talk about it (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 (Talk about it)
I'm sick of your blonde hair and earrings
Just 'cause you look in the mirror and think
That you're Marshall Mathers (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
[Verse 2: Merkules]
Just consider this an open invitation
For anybody who thinks that they cold enough to replace me
My shit's doper than cocaine in the 80's
I'm a sick fuck, snatchin' your gold chain just to hang you
Throw the propane on the flames 'til it go bang cause I hate you
Then I light a couple candles and go pray you don't make it
They say I got a big ego, it's so strange and inflated
I'm an asshole when I'm drunk, drinkin' Jose on vacation
I might remix every beat cause I don't pay, I just take 'em
All these rappers suckin' dick now, hopin' to make 'em famous
But sorry it's not contagious, record in your fucking basement
You adorable, but please stop toyin' with my patience
Like whatcha gonna do when it's do or die, dawg?
Blood diamonds on my wrist, that's a suicide watch
I'll be pullin' right up on you like an Uber driver
And I'll murder you right where you stand with a suit and tie on
Take your wallet, iPod and your shoes and drive off
Got a crew of die hards, and they'll shoot if I bark
Got an AK-47 on the hood of my car
Goin' blocka-blocka-blocka till it's blood on my tires
This song's really just for whom it concerns
I'm out here killin' everybody like that movie "The Purge"
I'm crude and absurd, these dudes are in the mood to get Merked
'Cause if you're fuckin' with me then your must be stupid for sure
I'm the teacher motherfucker, today you gonna learn
They want smoke while I'm a hookah
That means you could get burned
They just reaching for the clout like "Who wanna work?"
It's pretty sad what these dudes are prolly do for a verse
I got heavy artillery if you literally thinkin' that you could even compare to me, then you trippin', mothafuka
I make friends with my enemies, get 'em drunk off a hennessey
And then when they least expect it, I'ma kill 'em, mothafuka
I'm sick in the head, I need penicillin, mothafuka
Tell Diddy I'm 2Pac and Biggie, mothafuka
It's fuck twelve like I'm bangin' at noon, bruh
These slug shells in your face like a tooth brush
I'm gettin' bored with 'em, I've been waitin' like who's up
Bitch, I'm like a barber with this blade, get your crew cut
I'm Johnny Knoxville, and killin' rap is my new stunt
You dudes Kaitlyn Jenner, you should go get your boobs done
I got two personalities
I argue in the mirror
Got the game in my palm, dawg
I'm the puppeteer, I don't even have to try
I'll get high and chug a beer
And the next time I'll get thirsty I'll drink all these rappers tears (Haha)
I'm the illest in Canada these days
Anybody disagreeing with that statement's gettin' spanked
I got 25 tours on my resume
1500 shows
Bitch I'm doin' what they never can
Australia to Canada to USA to Netherlands
I got the whole world right behind me like the Weather Man
[Bridge: Merkules]
You musta lost you god damn mind
If you thought you had bars like mine
If I was you then I would prolly just chill
Or they might find your body in the Hollywood Hills

[Verse 3: Merkules]
Y'all wacker than ever, I'll put the gat to your sweater
Then clack-clack the beretta until you can't even get up
I heard they had a vendetta, let's make it happen, I'm ready
I got a mask on like Freddie, laughing and packin' machetes
Have your blood and guts lookin' like a can of spaghetti
And that's for actin' like you even had a chance with me, buddy

[Bridge: Merkules]
I don't know, you got him mad again
He didn't take his Ritalin, I think it's happenin'
Maybe type this shit in Google
Maybe ask a friend
Give him three Adderalls and two Ativans

[Verse 4: Merkules]
I'm fucked in the mind 'til they let me out the psych ward
Throw me in the game and I bet I get the high score
Needle in my arm got the venom of a Viper
Get murdered on a song and get shredded on cypher
[Bridge: Merkules]
Who want it wit me? Everybody might die
Who want it wit me? Everybody might die

[Verse 5: Merkules]
Welcome everybody now you witnessin' a killshot
I'm sick of all these ol' ass rappers who think they still hot
I ain't talkin' 'bout EMINEM he's a G.O.A.T
But I'm just bein' honest all the rest will get smoked
This got me extra mad writin' wit my pen and pad
How's it feel to know you're so old you coulda been a dad?
But you're in a nightclub, how lit is that?
We the new wave, SDKz got the citys back
So gimmie a topic, and I'mma rip it apart and if you were really as smart as you say then quit it, just stop it
'Cause now we killin' the market and y'all are dearly departed
And I just see you as targets, come get a piece if you want it
I'm on a whole other level, my shit is cold as December
If you don't know any better, then I can show you come get it
I'll get so disrespectful that you won't know what just hit you
You try to rhyme go ahead, I bet you won't even get to
'Bout to blow up like missle so either go get a pencil or suck my dick motherfucker now you know it's official

[Verse 6: Dax]
Why everybody askin' me if I'm a rapper? I’m an artist
I just rap for fun but still do it the hardest
How I started was a baby given birth to by the Carters
2Pac, Biggie, Nas, Rakim my grandfathers
Been rappin' for two years and probably done been the farthest
Had to spark it made a name by manipulatin' the market
How’d I start it? Put it in drive and I never parked it
This a message to the dearly and departed
This a motherfuckin' killshot
Aimin' my scope at the fucking industry
Half of these n***as rappin' is trash and it’s fucking killin' me
I made a name for myself by doing it differently
I started writing poetry then I had an epiphany
And instantly started meshin' words into a symphony
And calculatin' patterns and delivering them brilliantly
To go into your mind so I could paint a vivid imagery
And save you from the trash that you’ve been listenin' to literally
Nah, this is not a game, this is not a test
What’s the point of rappin' if I ain't tryna be the fuckin' best
Droppin' songs faster than a virgin when the pussy wet
To swim into the mainstream with the sharks so I can come up next
Eminem done paved the path
PAC saw me in a dream
Me and Drake from Canada
Fuck you think that all mean
In my opinion, I think that means that I’m the next best thing eating beasting
Now I’m motherfuckin' top shit
Fuck n***as don’t wanna problem when I pop shit
Gas n***as like I’m in a chamber this is Auschwitz
All drip my bars coming out a faucet, faucet
The crazy thing about this rap is 'bout the recognition
Underrated is an understatement and I’m the definition
Contemplated if I should kill 'em, I had a premonition
Ronald Reagan the whole game and cause a demolition
N***as finna nut like Dontai, ooh
Brought my skill to Cali like Lebron James, ooh
Know she wanna fuck and her friend do too
KSI a bitch, get mentioned, views
Nah but real shit lil' n***a don’t you ever try to diss me or I’ll come for ya neck
I’ll be damned if an Uncle Tom corny ass n***a making vlogs try to talk if he ain't showin' respect
So let me break it down for you how I live out the rest of my whole career
I promise I'ma be one of the biggest in about a year
I promise I’ll be the one to convince you that thing fear
Is a concoction by the devil to make the good disappear
I promise I’ll win a Grammy, I promise I’ll win an Oscar
I promise the rap game won’t turn me into a monster
And force the people who love me to treat me like I’m a sponsor
And pray for my death for money and not for a life longer
And that’s facts (That's facts)
Manifested all this shit through rap (Through rap)
Spoke my life into existence, I was workin' in the trenches
Swear to God that I ain't ever going back
OT 613 put it on the map
Treat a beat like 50 had to get the strap
KSI wanna beat me, n***a you can CC the fee fee is 10k if you want a track
So you gon' watch me on the tv, n***a
I swear to God they gon' keep this shit on repeat, n***a
Like four, five, six times, best believe me, n***a
I’m gon' thrive 'cause the boy be a cheat sheet, n***a
They gon' ride ri-r-r-ri-
N***as talk shit, they gon' die-
If I ain't the best then that's a lie-
You can peep the drip, I’m not dry-
Now ya boy be the topic
Joyner Lucas gotta hit me, we can rock shit
Tory Lanez, you a singer. just stop it
I'ma triple threat n***a on God shit, on God shit, God shit, yeah

[Verse 7: CHVSE]
Look
I've been thinking 'bout my ex
Last week she was wishing me the best
Wait, you just hit me in the chest
You love me in your vid then you hate me in a text? Damn
I'm sorry that you act fake when you're on the gram
'Cuz I guess you heard the album now you're falling back
But there's nothing you can do. I'ma drop the tracks
Even if you dying on the stretcher from a cardiac
Heart attack, put this motherfucker in a bodybag
Yeah, I can see the truth
You been lying to a polygraph
If you love he then I can show you that the god is back
Got his back marked with a bullet if he's talking back
Call me back. Open up your lips if you wanna scrap
I got your Momma's pad, I know the addy
Put the pen in her appendix and I'll leave a fucking autograph
Sorry Momma, I know you probably hate what your son has said
But I gotta deal with all of this drama that these women bringing to me so I'll spit until I'm dead
I'm just sick of all these people who been fake in my life
All my homies did me wrong now I'm making it right
I'm taking their life to take the advice of myself
'Cuz I'm never gonna place the fakes on my shelf
Like way, way back when I had no friends, all I had was a pen
You just seen my hurt and you walked right in
Telling me that you were there 'til the very very end
But every time I'm in the dark you never cared for me
But when you needed something you was there for me
Now I got my guard up carefully picking everybody that I want around me
There's thots on my feed, she's all around me
Saying bad things when she talk about me
Fuck my shoes, you ain't walk in my feet
You don't see my struggle, you don't see my peace
You don't see my peace
But neither do I
'Cuz when I sit and think all this evil divides
I see through the lies while you still believing it blind
Fuck crumbs, bitch I'm hungry, need a piece of the pie
But my plates been filled, I'm about to lose my appetite
I been following my dreams like an acolyte
Ain't no telling what'll happen when I grab the mic bitch
'Cuz I'm out the fucking world like a satellite
Sacrifice everything I had for the vision in my head, I'ma make this shit clear
Manifest dreams 'til they happening for real, I'ma turn my fucking hobby to career
I ain't stopping over fear
I ain't walking til it's clear
Fuck running with the scissors, I been jogging with a spear
I'm the target of the year
Devil talking in my ear
So I'm sipping on the Henny 'til I'm bottling my tears
Shit I'm nodding off a beer
Sick of talking 'bout my fears
Y'all ain't following your dreams, you're just following your peers
Tryna fit into the clique, so you're popular this year
But that shit never lasts, they'll unfollow in a year, yuh
Maybe I should go and get in drugs
Put a couple tats on my face just to get some love
Maybe I should go and get a gun
Put a mask on, rob a bank, so I get the funds
Maybe I should go and hang with thugs
Pull the Glock, kill a dude, run away and hide the gloves
Label said they wouldn't ever touch me 'til I get a buzz
Now they wanna pass the kid a bill like the senate does
Bitch I told you, I warned you, I showed you the facts
That I had on you and I'd drop on a track
I gave you an option, now you coming back?
With rumors you're spreading and leaking my past
You seen what I had, but now you acting hopeless
You was talking to your ex on some hoe shit
Hiding from your fans all the drugs you been smoking
Bitch this is nothing, wait until I drop "Broken"

[Verse 8: Hi-Rez]
I look calm on the outside
But i got this devil in me that's waiting to come outside
Finally we be getting what i deserve it's about time
Always on my job i never have down time
If you mess with my family, you messing with me
While you bother to face me I'm letting it breathe
Everyone in my way coming second to me
Every loss in my life is a lesson to me
The broker the hater the madder they are
Look at my whip and how mad they all are
Looking at my chick cause she drippin to ya'll
This openening act are just seconds to her
I rather be me than be you
If I was in you shoes I would hate on me to
Try way too hard just to be cool
Y'all stand down homie, y'all don't see you
I sit back and i wonder if I were to die
Who would care who will cry say your prayer for my life I've been stressing, depressing waking up with the sweats got regrets I can fish it I did as a kid
I can't eat, I can't sleep, I can't barely breath
Neither priests for my peace
Ain't no peace in the streets
They all want me to cease
All you do on the toilets is talk shits in your tweets
And suddenly you're vomiting
Waking up nauseous
It got me exhausted
Approach me with caution
You're stuck in the box
Like you live in the coffifn
Man fuck this world and I'm lost it
Others misfortune for money and fame
All these rappers are selling theyself for a chain
I do this for my name, I do this with my fam
Going hard till I die or i'm shot where i stand
I do this for the people that know what it's like
To feel right when you wrong
If you're wrong when you right
Every night it's fight for my life
In the lifestyle inside
I don't care about Instagram likes
You too worried by followers
You should focusing on something impor tant like getting your dollars or demons will swallow you
Feeling so violent
I'm feeling so bottled up yeah

[Verse 9: Queezy_the_Gangster]
Derek it's time for you to back up
All that talking 'bout me is gonna get you smacked up
Thinking it's time for me to put a plaque up
Milkshake got 1.6k, am I the only one who tracks, huh?
How you gonna say that I'm a girl-
When you a bitch, said you'd jump me twice and you still haven't
Yo bitch ass doesn't understand fashion
You wearin' military shirts with a mullet and expect for you to gain some passion
No girls gonna want you with your racist ass mindset
Brooke was the only girl you maybe could get
But you lost that too, your mom is the only bitch you can make wet
Yo ass going straight into debt
You have a confederate flag, do you jack with it?
You love it so much, it's going on your casket
Executionar, I'll cut your head in a basket
Type to wear short shorts with a jacket
Gay ass fag, touchin' your bros all day
You call me a fag, you touch Jesus everyday
Making your faggottyness out on display
Your bitch ass needs to go away
I'll chop you up and make yo ass decay
You'd wanna have a threesome with Jesus and Jose