RAPDEVIL

RAP DEVIL (Explicit) - mgk

Oh my god Ronny

Ayy somebody grab him some clippers zzzzt

His f**kin' 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're sober and bored huh I know

About to be 46 years old dog

Talkin' 'bout I'ma call up trick trick

Man you sound like a b***h b***h

Man up and handle your s**t ugh

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

F**kin' dweeb all you do is read the dictionary and stay inside

F**k 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'

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 could get gully I'll size up your body

And put some white chalk around it

Let's talk about the fact you actually blackballed a rapper

That's twice as young as you let's talk about it

Let's call sway

Ask why I can't go on 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' that 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 f**kin' joke

Oh you want some f**kin' smoke what

But not literally you'll choke

Yeah I'll acknowledge you're the GOAT

But I'm the gunner b***h I got you in the scope brra

Don't have a heart attack now no

Somebody help your mans up help

Knees weak of old age the real slim shady can't stand up

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 could get gully I'll size up your body

And put some white chalk around it

Hello marshall my name's colson