[00:00.00] 作词 : Ronald Spence Jr./Colson Baker/Nils Noehden
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Ronald Spence Jr./Colson Baker/Nils Noehden
[00:09.59]Oh my god, Ronny
[00:12.42]Ayy, somebody grab him some clippers (zzzzt)
[00:14.63]His ****ing beard is weird
[00:16.01]Tough talk from a rapper payin' millions for security a year
[00:19.30]"I think my dad's gone crazy," yeah, Hailie, you right
[00:22.50]Dad's always mad cooped up in the studio, yellin' at the mic
[00:25.83]You're sober and bored, huh? (I know)
[00:27.29]About to be 46 years old, dog
[00:29.12]Talkin' 'bout "I'ma call up Trick Trick"
[00:31.00]Man, you sound like a b***h, b***h
[00:32.22]Man up and handle your shit (ugh)
[00:33.76]Mad about somethin' I said in 2012
[00:35.58]Took you six years and a surprise album just to come with a diss
[00:38.38]Homie we get it, we know that you're the greatest rapper alive
[00:41.57]****ing dweeb, all you do is read the dictionary and stay inside
[00:44.68]**** Rap God, I'm the Rap Devil
[00:46.10]Comin' bare-faced with a black shovel
[00:47.67]Like the Armageddon when the smoke settle
[00:49.32]His body next to this instrumental, I'm sayin'
[00:51.53]I'm sick of them sweatsuits and them corny hats, let's talk about it
[00:54.10]I'm sick of you bein' rich and you still mad, let's talk about it
[00:57.48]Both of us single dads from the Midwest, we can talk about it
[01:00.80]Or we could get gully, I'll size up your body
[01:02.57]And put some white chalk around it
[01:04.00]Let's talk about the fact you actually blackballed a rapper
[01:06.65]That's twice as young as you (let's talk about it)
[01:07.99]Let's call Sway
[01:08.61]Ask why I can't go on Shade 45 because of you (brrt)
[01:10.74]Let's ask Interscope
[01:11.53]How you had Paul Rosenberg tryin' to shelf me (huh?)
[01:13.83]Still can't cover up the fact
[01:14.87]Your last four albums is as bad as your selfie
[01:16.90]Now tell me, what do you stand for? (what?)
[01:18.26]I know you can't stand yourself (no)
[01:19.91]Tryin' to be the old you so bad you Stan yourself (ha)
[01:23.35]Let's leave all the beefin' to 50 (please)
[01:24.99]Em, you're pushin' 50
[01:26.42]Why you claimin' that I'ma call Puff?
[01:28.31]When you the one that called Diddy (facts)
[01:29.93]Then you went and called Jimmy (facts)
[01:31.45]They conference called me in the morning (what?)
[01:33.00]They told me you mad about a tweet
[01:34.50]You wanted me to say sorry (what?)
[01:36.20]I swear to God I ain't believe him (nah)
[01:37.74]Please say it ain't so (no)
[01:39.26]The big bad bully of the rap game can't take a ****ing joke
[01:42.74]Oh you want some ****ing smoke (what?)
[01:44.18]But not literally, you'll choke
[01:45.52]Yeah I'll acknowledge you're the GOAT
[01:47.19]But I'm The Gunner, b***h, I got you in the scope (brra)
[01:49.05]Don't have a heart attack now (no)
[01:50.59]Somebody help your mans up (help)
[01:52.22]Knees weak of old age, the real Slim Shady can't stand up
[01:55.04]I'm sick of them sweatsuits and them corny hats, let's talk about it
[01:58.52]I'm sick of you bein' rich and you still mad, let's talk about it
[02:01.74]Both of us single dads from the Midwest, we can talk about it
[02:04.81]Or we could get gully, I'll size up your body
[02:06.58]And put some white chalk around it
[02:08.06]Hello Marshall, my name's Colson
[02:09.90]You should go back to Recovery
[02:11.33]I know your ego is hurtin'
[02:12.70]Just knowin' that all of your fans discovered me (hi)
[02:14.52]He like, "Damn, he a younger me
[02:15.98]Except he dresses better and I'm ugly
[02:17.63]Always making fun of me."
[02:18.63]Stop all the thuggery, Marshall, you livin' in luxury (damn)
[02:20.91]Look what you done to me
[02:22.17]Dropped an album just because of me
[02:23.19]Damn, you in love with me!
[02:24.08]You got money but I'm hungry
[02:24.98]I like the diss but you won't say them lyrics out in front of me
[02:27.13]Shout out to every rapper that's up under me
[02:28.78]Know that I'll never do you like this shit
[02:30.39]Still bitter after everyone loves you
[02:32.26]Pull that wedgie out your dungarees (hey)
[02:33.84]I gotta respect the OGs and I know most of 'em personally (ayy)
[02:37.04]But you're just a bully actin' like a baby
[02:38.43]So I gotta read you a nursery (nursery)
[02:40.18]I'm the ghost of the future
[02:41.48]And you're just Ebenezer Scrooge (facts)
[02:43.30]I said on Flex anyone could get it
[02:44.85]I ain't know it would be you
[02:46.42]I'm sick of them sweatsuits and them corny hats, let's talk about it
[02:49.52]I'm sick of you bein' rich and you still mad, let's talk about it
[02:52.65]Both of us single dads from the Midwest, we can talk about it
[02:56.02]Or we could get gully, I'll size up your body
[02:57.76]And put some white chalk around it
[02:59.23]Ridin' shotty 'cause I gotta roll this shit
[03:03.07]It's a fast road when your idols become your rivals, yeah
[03:06.54]Never hesitate to say it to your face, I'm a a*****e
[03:10.45]Stupid-ass mother****er
[03:11.74]Oh my god, Ronny
[03:12.24]We know you get nervous, Rabbit
[03:13.45]I see Momma's spaghetti all over your sweater
[03:15.04]I wish you would lose yourself on the records
[03:16.66]That you made a decade ago, they were better
[03:18.23]Accordin' to them, you're a national treasure
[03:19.81]To me, you're as soft as a feather
[03:21.54]The type to be scared to ask Rihanna for her number
[03:23.29]Just hold her umbrella-ella-ella
[03:24.80]"I'm not afraid," okay Oscar the Grouch, chill on the couch (****)
[03:27.84]You got an Oscar, damn
[03:29.51]Can anyone else get some food in their mouth? (For real)
[03:31.43]They made a movie about you, you're in everybody's top ten
[03:34.38]You're not getting better with time
[03:35.94]It's fine, Eminem, put down the pen
[03:37.59]Or write an apology
[03:38.85]Over the simple fact you had to diss to acknowledge me
[03:40.90]I am the prodigy
[03:41.88]How could I even look up to you? You ain't as tall as me
[03:44.23]5'8" and I'm 6'4", seven punches hold your head still
[03:47.28]Last time you saw 8 Mile was at home on a treadmill
[03:50.53]You were named after a candy
[03:51.81]I was named after a gangster (brr)
[03:53.66]And don't be a sucker and take my verse
[03:55.34]Off of Yelawolf's album, thank you (thank you)
[03:57.10]I just wanna feed my daughter
[03:58.37]You tryna stop the money to support her
[03:59.80]You the one always talkin' 'bout the action
[04:01.33]Text me the addy, I'm pullin' up scrappin'
[04:02.98]And I'm by my ****ing self, what's happenin'?
[04:04.62]EST captain, salute me or shoot me
[04:06.25]That's what he's gonna have to do to me
[04:07.57]When he realizes there ain't shit he could do to me
[04:09.59]Everybody always hated me, this isn't anything new to me
[04:12.85]Yeah there's a difference between us
[04:14.49]I got all of my shit without Dre producin' me (ayy)
[04:16.31]I know you're not used to me
[04:17.37]Usually one of your disses should ruin me
[04:19.25]But b***h I'm from Cleveland
[04:20.41]Everybody quiet this evenin', I'm readin' the eulogy (shh)
[04:22.62]Dropped an album called Kamikaze
[04:24.00]So that means he killed him
[04:25.52]Already ****ed one rapper's girl this week
[04:27.61]Don't make me call Kim
[04:28.97]I'm sick of them sweatsuits and them corny hats, let's talk about it
[04:32.24]I'm sick of you bein' rich and you still mad, let's talk about it
[04:35.22]Both of us single dads from the Midwest, we can talk about it
[04:38.66]Or we could get gully, I'll size up your body
[04:40.14]And put some white chalk around it

作词 : Ronald Spence Jr./Colson Baker/Nils Noehden
作曲 : Ronald Spence Jr./Colson Baker/Nils Noehden
Oh my god, Ronny
Ayy, somebody grab him some clippers (zzzzt)
His ****ing 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 shit (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
****ing dweeb, all you do is read the dictionary and stay inside
**** 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 ****ing joke
Oh you want some ****ing 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
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 making 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 the diss but you won't say them 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 shit
Still bitter after everyone loves you
Pull that wedgie out your dungarees (hey)
I gotta respect the OGs and I know most of 'em personally (ayy)
But you're 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 (facts)
I said on Flex anyone could get it
I ain't know it would be you
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
Ridin' shotty 'cause I gotta roll this shit
It's a fast road when your idols become your rivals, yeah
Never hesitate to say it to your face, I'm a a*****e
Stupid-ass mother****er
Oh my god, Ronny
We know you get nervous, Rabbit
I see Momma's spaghetti all over your sweater
I wish you would lose yourself on the records
That you made a decade ago, they were better
Accordin' 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," okay Oscar the Grouch, chill on the couch (****)
You got an Oscar, damn
Can anyone else get some food in their mouth? (For real)
They made a movie about you, you're in everybody's top ten
You're not getting 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 (brr)
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 tryna stop the money to support her
You the one always talkin' 'bout the action
Text me the addy, I'm pullin' up scrappin'
And I'm by my ****ing self, what's happenin'?
EST captain, salute me or shoot me
That's what he's gonna have to do to me
When he realizes there 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 (ayy)
I know you're not used to me
Usually one of your disses should ruin me
But b***h I'm from Cleveland
Everybody quiet this evenin', I'm readin' the eulogy (shh)
Dropped an album called Kamikaze
So that means he killed him
Already ****ed one rapper's girl this week
Don't make me call Kim
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