[Intro]
[?] the producer

[Verse]
Yeah, I heard you, but I birthed you
So I'll treat it like we talkin' some father/son
Shit, they say Kelly got the machine gun
But I really think those shots are from a water gun
You look like an anorexic criminal who's on the run
With a lot of rum, dissed me? Must've gotten drunk
Must be on some, 'cause my record is the top one
And you ain't got one- oh, and I'm not done
Think I shelved you? Let me tell you:
You don't even have an audience to sell to
I take your highest-selling debut
And multiply that shit by twenty-two when I was twenty-two
Still do it at forty-two, I'm destroyin' you
Everything that you have, I have more than you
Except all your shitty tattoos
And all the STDs from the whores you do, huh
Skinnier than SpongeBob, but you not ready
Tried to piss on me, that's who you are, Kelly
Get it? R. Kelly; I'm pissed off
More pissed off than Rick Ross
When he finds out there's more barbecue sauce at the Wing Stop!
You too light to be a rap devil
More like an angel that I had to cut the motherfuckin' wings off
Sending my blessings by
This pathetic guy who's getting by
Selling lies and nursery rhymes
Someone tell Kelly, "Time for beddy-bye"
He really rhymed 'beard' with 'weird'
Like, you really wrote that and was like, "That's a good line!"
Next time you diss the greatest rapper alive
Please try to write a draft, then revise
Instead of tryin' to rationalize
The trash that's inside what seems to be a lack of a mind!
Maybe next time you drop a shit song
It'll only waste half of the time
[Outro]
Next time you try to talk about Hailie
Next time any artist tries to talk about Hailie like that
I'mma f**k you up, man
F**k you