You sound like a bitch, bitchShut the * upWhen your fans become your hatersYou done?***, your beard's weirdAlrightYou yellin' at the mic, you weird beardWe doin' this onceYour beard's weird, why you yellin' at the mic?Rihanna just hit me on a textLast night I left hickeys on her neckWait, you just ***ed me? I'm perplexedInsult me in a line, compliment me on the next, damnI'm really sorry you want me to have a heart attackWas watchin' 8 Mile on my NordicTrackRealized I forgot to call you backHere's that autograph for your daughter, I wrote it on a Starter capStan, Stan, son, listen, man, dad isn't madBut how you gonna name yourself after a damn gun and have a man bun?The giant's woke, eyes open, undeniableSupplyin' smoke, got the fire stokedSay you got me in a scope, but you grazed meI say one call to Interscope and you're SwayzeYour reply got the crowd yelling, "Woo"So before you die let's see who can out-petty whoWith your corny lines (Slim you're old)Ow, Kelly, ooh, but I'm 45 and I'm still outselling youBy 29 I had three albums that had blewNow let's talk about somethin' I don't really doGo in someone's daughter's mouth stealin' foodBut you're a *in' mole hill, now I'ma make a mountain out of you, woo!Ho, chill, actin' like you put the chrome barrel to my bone marrowGunner? Bitch, you ain't a bow and arrowSay you'll run up on me like a phone bill, sprayin' leadPlayin' dead, that's the only time you hold stillAre you eating cereal, or oatmeal?What the *'s in the bowl, milk? Wheaties or Cheerios?'Cause I'm takin' a * in 'em, Kelly, I need reading materialDictionaryYo Slim, your last four albums suckedGo back to Recovery, oh shoot, that was three albums agoWhat do you know? Oops, know your facts before you come at me, lil' goofLuxury, oh, you broke, bitch?Yeah, I had enough money in '02To burn it in front of you, hoYounger me? No, you the w**** meIt's funny, but so trueI'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 10 year old's rageGot more fans than you in your own city, lil' kiddyGo play, feel like I'm babysitting Lil TayGot the Diddy okay so you spent your whole dayShootin' a video just to *in' dig your own graveGot you at your own wake, I'm the billy goatYou ain't never made a list next to no Biggie, no JayNext to Taylor Swift, and that Iggy ho, you about to really blowKelly, they'll be putting your nameNext to Ja, next to Benzino, die, mother*erLike the last mother*er sayin' Hailey in vainAlien brain, you Satanist (yeah)My biggest flops are your greatest hitsThe game's mine again and ain't nothin' changed but the locksSo before I slay this bitch, mwah, give Jade a kissGotta wake up Labor Day to this (the *?)Bein' rich-shamed by some * usin' my name for clickbaitIn a state of bliss 'cause I said his goddamn nameNow I gotta cock back, aim, yeah, bitch, pop champagne to thisIt's your mo