Rap Devil Lyrics – Machine Gun Kelly (Eminem Diss)

Rap Devil Lyrics – Machine Gun Kelly (Eminem Diss)
Song Details:
Song: Rap Devil
Artist: Machine Gun Kelly
Genre: Hip-Hop
Release: 2018

Rap Devil Lyrics

Oh my god, Ronny

Ay, somebody grab him some clippers zt
His fucking beard is weird
Tough talk from a rapper paying mill’ for security a year
“I think my dad’s gone crazy,” yeah, Hailie, you right
Dad’s always mad cooped up in the studio, yelling at the mic
You’re sober and bored, huh I know
About to be 46 years old, dog
Talking ’bout “I’m a call up Trick Trick”
Man, you sound like a bitch, bitch
Man up and handle your shit ugh
Mad about something 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
Fucking dweeb, all you do is read the dictionary and stay inside
Fuck Rap God, I’m the Rap Devil
Coming bare-faced with a black shovel
Like the Armageddon when the smoke settle
His body next to this instrumental
I’m saying

I’m sick of them sweat suits and them corny hats, let’s talk about it
I’m sick of you being 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 Inters cope how you had Paul Rosenberg trying 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
Trying to be the old you so bad you Stan yourself ha
Let’s leave all the beefing to 50 please
Em you’re pushing 50
Why you claiming that I’m a 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 am not believe him nah
Please say it am not so no
The big bad bully of the rap game can’t take a fucking joke
Oh you want some fucking smoke what?
But not literally, you’ll choke
Yeah i’ll acknowledge you’re the GOAT
But I’m The Gunner, bitch, I got you in the scope braa
Don’t have a heart attack now no
Somebody help your man’s up help
Knees weak of old age
The real Slim Shady can’t stand up

I’m sick of them sweat suits and them corny hats, let’s talk about it
I’m sick of you being 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 hurting just knowing

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 living 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 those 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 fakery
Still bitter after everyone loves you
Pull that wedge out your dungarees hey
I got to respect the ogs and I know most of ’em personally aay
But you’re just a bully acting like a baby so

I got to 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 am not know it would be you

I’m sick of them sweat suits and them corny hats, let’s talk about it
I’m sick of you being 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

Riding snotty ’cause I got to roll this dope
It’s a fast road when your idols become your rivals, yeah
Never hesitate to say it to your face, I’m an asshole
Bitch ass motherfucker
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
According 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 umbrella umbrella
“I’m not afraid,” okay Oscar the Grouch, chill on the couch fuc’
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 about the simple

Fact you had to diss to acknowledge me
I am the prodigy, how could I even look up to you
You am not 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

Yela-wolf’s album, thank you thank you
I just want to feed my daughter
You tried to stop the money to support her
You the one always talk about the action
Text me the Addy, I’m pulling up scrapping’
And I’m by fucking myself, what’s happening?
EST captain, salute me or shoot me
That’s what he’s goanna have to do to me when

He realizes there am not 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 producing me aay
I know you’re not used to me
Usually one of your disses should ruin me
But bitch I’m from Cleveland, everybody quiet this evening

I’m reading the eulogy sh
Dropped an album called Kamikaze, so that means he killed him
Already fucked one rapper’s girl this week, don’t make me call Kim

I’m sick of them sweat suits and them corny hats, let’s talk about it
I’m sick of you being 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