Artist: MGK (Machine Gun Kelly)
Album:  Rap Devil {S}
Song:   Rap Devil (Eminem Diss)
Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com 

{"Oh my god, Ronny!"}

[MGK]
Ay, somebody grab him some clippers (zzzt) his fuckin beard is weird
Tough talk from a rapper payin 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 yellin at the mic
You sober and bored, huh (I know) about to be 46 years old, dawg
Talkin 'bout "I'ma call up Trick Trick" - man you sound like a bitch, bitch!
Man up and handle your shit (uhh)
Mad about somethin 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
Fuckin dweeb, all you do is read the dictionary and stay inside
Fuck Rap God, I'm the Rap Devil, comin bare-faced with a black shovel
Like the Armageddon when the smoke settle, his body next to this instrumental
I'm sayin

[Chorus: MGK]
I'm sick of them sweatsuits and them corny hats, let's talk about it
I'm sick of you bein 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 can get gully, I'll size up your body and put some white chalk around it

[MGK]
Let's talk about the fact you actually blackballed a rapper that's twice as young as you (let's talk)
Let's call Sway, ask why I can't go up to Shade 45 because of you (brrt)
Let's ask Interscope how you had Paul Rosenberg tryin to shelf me (huh)
Still can't cover up the fact your last four albums is as bad as your selfie
Now tell me, what do you stand for? (what?) I know you can't stand yourself (no)
Tryin to be the old you so bad, you Stan yourself (ha)
Let's leave all the beefin to 50 (please) Em, you're pushin 50
Why you claimin I'ma call Puff when you the one that called Diddy? (facts)
Then you went and called Jimmy (facts) they conference called me in the morning (what?)
They told me you mad about a tweet, you wanted me to say sorry (what?)
I swear to God I ain't believe him (nah) please say it ain't so (no)
The big bad bully of the rap game can't take a fucking joke
Oh you want some fuckin smoke (what) 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 (bap)
Don't have a heart attack now (uh) somebody help your mans up (help)
Knees weak of old age, +The Real Slim Shady+ can't stand up~!

[Chorus]

[MGK]
Hello Marshall, my name's Colson, you should go back to +Recovery+
I know your ego is hurtin just knowin that all of your fans discovered me (hi)
He like, "Damn, he a younger me, except he dresses better and I'm ugly, always makin fun of me"
Stop all the thuggery Marshall, you livin in luxury (damn)
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 your diss but you won't 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 (ay)
I gotta respect the O.G.'s, and I know most of 'em personally (ay)
But you just a bully actin like a baby so I gotta read you a nursery (nursery)
I'm the ghost of the future, and you're just Ebenezer Scrooge (mad)
I said on Flex anyone could get it, I ain't know it would be YOU!

[Chorus]

[Interlude: MGK]
Ay, ridin shotty cause I gotta roll this dope, it's a fast road
When your idols become your rivals, yeah
Never hesitate to say it to your face, I'm an asshole
Bitch ass motherfucker! {"Oh my god, Ronny!"}

[MGK]
We know you get nervous, Rabbit, I see momma's spaghetti all over your sweater
I wish you would +Lose Yourself+ in the records 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!" OK, Oscar the Grouch, chill on the couch (fuck)
You got an Oscar, damn, can anyone else get some food in they mouth? (For real)
They made a movie about you, you're in everybody's Top 10
You're not gettin better with time, it's fine Eminem, put down the pen
Or write an apology over the simple fact you had to diss to acknowledge me
I am the prodigy, how could I even look up to you? You ain't 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 (brrt)
And don't be a sucker and take my verse off of Yelawolf's album, thank you (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 pullin up scrappin
And I'm by fuckin myself, what's happenin? EST captain, salute me or shoot me
That's what he's gonna have to do to me when he realizes that it ain't shit he could do to me
Everybody always hated me, this isn't anything new to me
Yeah there's a difference between us, I got all of my shit without Dre producin me (ay!)
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 readin the eulogy (shh)
Dropped an album called "Kamikaze", so that means he killed him
Already fucked one rapper's girl this week, don't make me call Kim

[Chorus]