Done Playing Diss Track
You say you're affiliated with murderers, killas (ayy!)
The  people you run with are thuggin’ (gang!)
But  you just a wannabe goat (gang!)
Like you was gonna do somethin'
Actin' like you catchin’ bodies (ayy!)
And  you got juice, Eminem, you buggin'
You  ain't never even been charged in connection with battery
Bitch, you ain't plugged in to nothin'
Rap  God spit lyrical Duds (plaket!)
And gats cock, your partners better tool up
This has not to do with muscular
But have guns for sure, you better put a
Strap  on, other words if you're gonna
Roll up with your (gang!) you're gon' need a arsenal
’Cause this bar is over your head
So you better have arms if you’re gonna pull up (skrrt!)
Oh, you run the streets, huh?
Now you wanna come and fuck with me, huh?
This fucking cock-sucker, he must be feelin' himself
He wants to keep up his tough demeanour
So he does a feature, decides to team up with Ether
But next time Katie you don’t gotta use NLE
If you wanna come at me with a sub, Machine Gun
And I'm talkin' to you
But you already know who the fuck you are, CMT
I don't use sublims and sure as fuck don’t sneak-diss
But keep commenting on my Sister Baby
I keep on telling you motherfuckers
But just in case you forgot really and need Nat memories
Jarred like strawberry or pineapple, apricot jelly
I respond rarely, but this time Mason 'bout to sound off
Like a fuckin' cocked semi-Glock demi-god
Let me put a fuckin' silencer on this little
Non-threatening blond fairy cornball takin' shots at me
You're not ready, fool, break yourself like Rock Steady Crew
Obviously, I'm not gettin' through
We can get it poppin' like Redenbach, lettin' off like Remy Ma
Heavy artillery, Godzilla, harsh with a hard shell
With a motherfucking heart bigger than LJ's belly
Only time you'll ever say I lost
You'll be talkin' 'bout Dre, better call 50
Just to try to get me off, and you better hope I don't call Pusha T
Bitch, this shit don't fly in our city
Punk, CMT's Dead, R.I.P. Prodigy
Sold Soundvision my soul and then told them the moment they signed me
That I'll be the most hated, though made it
So that there's no shame, it's okay to own it
'Cause life is a bitch, she's a bow-legged ho
But now those days are over
I Harvey Weinstein a bathrobe hanging open
My code name is groper, I role play with lotion
I fuck the whole world then I throw away the Trojan
Old lederhosen with home-made explosives
I blow eighty holes in you
Don't make me go in, I OJ the flows and
I'm insult to injury, Rolaids to Goldman
I'm throat spray and Motrin, I throated Nicole
As they both there to choke and my whole blade is soakin'
I double-edge sword it 'cause one place I poke and
I stick and I turn in a rotating motion
Invincible with the pen, I'm at the pinnacle of sick individuals
Stick my dick and put the tip in at minimal
I'm fuckin' these syllables, I let 'em lick on my genitals
I'm a fucking invincible, indefensible, despicable, difficult prick
A little bit unpredictable, I spit the formidable
That you bitches fuckin' with, the original
I consider me and Eminem identical