Rihanna just hit me on a text
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No, you're the whack me It's funny, but so true I'd rather be 80-year-old me than 20-year-old you 'Til I'm getting old-aged still can fill a whole page with a 10 year old's rage Got more fans than you in your own city, lil' kiddy Go play, feel like I'm babysitting Lil Tay Got the Diddy okay so you spent your whole day Shootin' a video 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 next to no Biggie, no Jay Next to Taylor Swift, and that Iggy hoe, you about to really blow Kelly, they'll be putting your name Next to Ja, next to Benzino, die, motherfucker Like the last motherfucker sayin' Hailie in vain Alien brain, you Satanist yeah My biggest flops are your greatest hits The game's mine again and ain't nothin' changed but the locks So before I slay this bitch, mwah, give Jade a kiss Gotta wake up Labor Day to this the fuck? Oops, know your facts before you come at me, lil' goof Luxury, oh, you broke, bitch? Btw it's not faces I'm comparing lighting wise. Contrastingly, Pete Davidson was not brought up in either rapper's song but appears to be taking sides, anyway.
If I didn't know any better, I'd say it's just a matter of time before Davidson or even. No, you're the whack me It's funny, but so true I'd rather be 80 year old me than 20 year old you 'Til I'm hitting old-aged still can fill a whole page with a 10 year old's rage Got more fans than you in your own city, lil' kiddy Go play, feel like I'm babysitting Lil Tay Got the Diddy okay so you spent your whole day Shootin' a video 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 next to no Biggie, no Jay Next to Taylor Swift, and that Iggy ho, you about to really blow Kelly, they'll be putting your name Next to Ja, next to Benzino, die, motherfucker Like the last motherfucker sayin' Hailey in vain Alien brain, you Satanist yeah My biggest flops are your greatest hits The game's mine again and ain't nothin' changed but the locks So before I slay this bitch, mwah, give Jade a kiss Gotta wake up Labor Day to this the fuck? Fuck, your beard's weird Alright You yellin' at the mic, you weird beard We doin' this once Your beard's weird, why you yellin' at the mic? Yeah, I had enough money in '02 To burn it in front of you, ho Younger me?
You'd expect more people to have seen it though and been able to give the source. Ho, chill, actin' like you put the chrome barrel to my bone marrow Gunner? Eminem is the best-selling artist of the 2000s in the United States. My name is Jamie, and I'm an entertainment writer for the internet. Bitch, you ain't a bow and arrow Say you'll run up on me like a phone bill, sprayin' lead brrt Playin' dead, that's the only time you hold still hold up Are you eating cereal or oatmeal? There could be proof and I'd still refuse to believe it. Bitch, you ain't a bow and arrow Say you'll run up on me like a phone bill, sprayin' lead brrt Playin' dead, that's the only time you hold still hold up Are you eating cereal or oatmeal? Eminem is the best-selling artist of the 2000s in the United States. He'll have to fuck Kim in my flannel I'll give him my sandals 'Cause he knows long as I'm Shady, he's gon' have to live in my shadow Exhausting, letting off on my offspring Like a gun barrel, bitch, get off me! Fuck, your beard's weird Alright You yellin' at the mic, you weird beard We doin' this once Your beard's weird, why you yellin' at the mic? Ronson continued: 'It just seems childish and like a four year-old thing to do.
Eminem Claims He Gave Rihanna Hickeys And People Are Mad - After all, he did tell Stern is all of the paparazzi and press that comes with it. She has yet to comment.
You sound like a bitch, bitch Shut the fuck up. When your fans become your haters You done. Fuck, your beard's weird Alright You yellin' at the mic, you weird beard We doin' this once You yellin' at the mic, your beard's weird Why you yellin' at the mic. Illa Rihanna just hit me on the 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 watchin' 8 Mile on my NordicTrack Realized I forgot to call you back Here's that autograph for your daughter, I wrote it on a Starter cap Stan, Stan, son, listen, man, Dad isn't mad But how you gonna name yourself after a damn gun And have a man-bun. Ho, chill, actin' like you put the chrome barrel to my bone marrow Gunner. Bitch, you ain't a bow and arrow Say you'll run up on me like a phone bill, rihanna just hit me on a text lead brrt Playin' dead, that's the only time you hold still hold up Are you eating cereal or oatmeal. What the fuck's in the bowl, milk. Yo, Slim, your last four albums sucked Go back to Recovery, oh shoot, that was three albums ago What do you know. Oops Know your facts before you come at me, lil' goof Luxury, oh, you broke, bitch. Yeah, I had enough money in '02 To burn it in front of you, ho Younger me. No, you're the wack me, it's funny but so true I'd rather be 80-year-old me than 20-year-old you 'Til I'm hitting old age Still can fill a whole page with a ten-year-old's rage Got more fans than you in your own city, lil' kiddy, go play Feel like I'm babysitting Lil Tay Got the Diddy okay so you spent your whole day Shootin' a video 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 next to no Biggie, no Jay Next to Taylor Swift and that Iggy ho, you rihanna just hit me on a text to really blow Kelly, they'll be putting your name Next to Ja, next to Benzino-die, motherfucker. Like the last motherfucker sayin' Hailie in vain Alien brain, you Satanist yeah My biggest flops are your greatest hits The game's mine again and ain't nothin' changed but the locks So before I slay this bitch I, mwah, give Jade a kiss Gotta wake up Labor Day to this the fuck. Bein' rich-shamed by some prick usin' my name for clickbait In a state of bliss 'cause I said his goddamn name Now I gotta cock back, aim Yeah, bitch, pop Champagne to this. Had enough of this tatted-up mumble rapper How the fuck can him and I battle. He'll have to fuck Kim in my flannel I'll give him my sandals 'Cause he knows long as I'm Shady, he's gon' have to live in my shadow Exhausting, letting off on my offspring Like a gun barrel, bitch, get off me. You dance around it like a sombrero, we can all see You're fuckin' salty 'Cause Young Gerald's balls-deep inside of Halsey Your red sweater, your black leather You dress better, I rap better That a death threat or a love letter. Attempt fails, Budden, L's Fuckin' nails in these coffins as soft as Cottonelle Killshot, I will not fail, I'm with the Doc still But this idiot's boss pops pills and tells him he's got skills But, Kells, the day you put out a hit's the day Diddy admits That he put the hit out that got Pac killed, ah. I'm sick of you bein' whack And still usin' that mothafuckin' Auto-Tune So let's talk about it let's talk about it I'm sick of your mumble rap mouth Need to get the cock up out it Before we can even talk about it talk about it I'm sick of your blonde hair and earrings Just 'cause you look in the mirror and think That you're Marshall Mathers Marshall Mathers Don't mean you are, and you're not about it So just leave my dick in your mouth and keep my daughter out it You fuckin'.
