Susi: G minor
Verse 1
Em
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 watching 8 Mile on my
Nauta track
Realized I forgot to call you back
Here's that autograph
for your daughter
I wrote it on a starter cap
C
Em
Stand, stand, son, listen, man, dad isn't mad,
but how you gonna name yourself
after a damn gun and have a man bun?
Giant smoke,
Em
supplying smoke, got the fire stoked
Say you got me in a scope,
but you grazed me,
C
Em
I say one call to Interscope,
and you sway -zy
Your reply got the crowd yelling,
C
woo,
so before you die,
let's see who can out -petty
Em
who with your corny lines
Slim -year -old Al Kelly,
By 29, I had three albums that had blew
Now let's talk about something
I don't really do
Go in someone's daughter's
mouth stealing food
But you're a fucking molehill
Now I'ma make a mountain out of you
Ho chill, acting like you put the chrome
barrel to my bone marrow
Em
you ain't a bow and arrow
Say you'll run up on
me like a phone bill
C
Spraying lead, playing dead
Em
That's the only time you hold still
Are you eating cereal or oatmeal?
What the fuck's in the bowl, milk,
Wheaties or Cheerios?
Cause I'm taking a shit in them, Kelly
I need reading material Dictionary
Yo Slim, your last four albums suck
Go back to recovery,
C
Em
oh shoot, that was three albums ago
What do you know, oops,
know your facts
C
before you come at me, lil' goof
Em
Luxury, oh, you broke, bitch,
yeah, I had enough money in 02
To burn it in front of you,
ho, younger me, no, you don't whack me
It's funny, but so true,
I'd rather be 80 -year -old me
than 20 -year -old you
Till I'm hitting old age,
C
still can fill a whole page
Em
with a 10 -year -old's rage
Got more fans than you
in your own city, lil' kitty, go play
C
Em
Feel like I'm babysitting Lil Tay,
got the ditty okay
So you spent your whole
day shootin' a video
C
Em
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
Em
Next to Taylor Swift and
the Iggy Ho
C
You about to really blow, Kelly
They'll be putting your
name next to Cha
Em
C
Next to Benzino, die motherfucker
Like the last motherfucker saying
Em
Haley in vain, alien brain
Satanist, yeah
C
My biggest flops are your greatest hits
and ain't nothin' changed
C
But the lock's open for us latest,
Em
bitch I muah, give Jay the kiss
Gotta wake up Labor Day to this
Bein' rich, shamed by some prick
Usin' my name for clickbait
In a state of bliss,
cause I said his god damn name
Now I got a cock back aimed,
yeah bitch, pop champagne to this
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
C
Em
I'll give you a beat for the effort,
but if I was three foot eleven
You'd look up to me,
you would suck a dick
Bm
To fucking be me for a second
Em
C
Lick a ballsack to get on my channel
Give your life to be a solidified
Em
This motherfucking shit is like Rambo
when he's out of bullets
C
So what good is a fuckin' machine gun
Had enough of this tatted up mumble rap,
but how the fuck can him and I battle?
C
Em
He'll have to fuck Kim and my flannel,
I'll give him my sandals
Cause he knows long as I'm shady,
Bm
he's gon' have to live in my shadow
Em
Exhausting, letting off on my offspring,
Bitch get off me,
Em
you dance around it like a sombrero
C
We can all see your fuckin' salty,
cause young Gerald's balls
C
Your red sweater, your black leather,
Bm
you dress better, I rap better
Em
C
That a death threater, a love letter
Em
Bm
Little white -toothed pig
I just don't like you,
prick, thanks for dissin' me
Em
on the mic to write, not a like
C
But really, I don't care who's on the right
But you're losin' the fight,
Em
you pick
C
Who else wanted Cal's attempt fails?
Em
Button ales, fuckin' nails
C
In these coffins as soft as cotton ale
Em
Kill shot, I will not fail
but this idiot's boss
C
Pops pills and tells him he's
But Cal's the day you put out a hit
The day Diddy admits that
I'm sick of you being wack
Em
and still using that mother
so let's talk about it.
I'm sick of your mumble rap mouth,
need to get the cock up out it
Bm
Em
before we can even talk about it.
I'm sick of your blonde hair and earrings,
it's cause you look in the mirror
Em
and think that you're Marsha Mathers.
Don't mean you are and
you're not about it,
so just leave a dick in your mouth
and keep my daughter out it.
Oh, and I'm just playing Diddy,
you know I love you.
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