Clothesline

Hahaha
This is not a diss
Yo

I can't believe rappers have the audacity
To package these trash CDs for fans to peep
But when their sales and stacks decrease, it's back to beef
But it's not cooked right, looks like I have class to teach
I Gordon Ramsay beats and I plan to feast
At least take off your rose colored glasses, please
Leave these past emcees in the past, capisce?
Damn, good grief! Give someone else a chance to speak
He used to be brash and mean
There was a time when he ain't spit a wack sixteen
But he's been trash and weak for the last sixteen (at least)
Imagine me bein' surprised when his album leaks
And it's worse than ever, yet everyone still acts
Like his verse is clever; it stinks, he just strings
A lot of words together that these nerds remember
Don't you think that the hero you deserve is better?
Go ahead, ask the hood if that new Eminem's good
Man, they don't even listen to Em in Em's hood (haha)
One hand on the Bible, other hand on the checkbook
You won't hear Revival comin' out of them Kenwoods
No, your audience is strictly white trash
Miss me with the bullshit, get frisbee'd right back
I know Many Men who'd hit you with Fifty by chance
A bunch of conniving cons that are swifty like that

It's Bizarre these phonies swear to God you're the GOAT
But that was Big L, homie, and it's not even close
How he ain't top the list you listed off in that flow
When it's obvious you got your whole persona from bro
You know you're sayin' nothin' in those comical quotes
It's hard to sound tough with a frog in ya throat
Ray Romano, can't tell if it's a song or a joke
But the bravado you boast is not a problem to most
Dear Marshall, we're partial to the art you made
Twenty years ago, you need to re-spark the flame
Should've skipped the Encore and walked off the stage
We don't want more trash, ask Charlamagne
This is not a diss song, just an honest take
This is hip-hop, you went pop along the way
Went from Slipknot to Kidz Bop, soft and safe
Makin' hit songs with artists that we thought you'd hate
Even Limp Bizkit's making better songs these days
Why he gotta call Trick Trick if he's Not Afraid?
Looks like George Michael forgot to shave
It'd be a shame if your idol got squashed and slain
My poor rivals all crumble like coffee cake
They want me to fall, fumble, get locked away
MGK Ethered you like Nas did Jay
And he's still got office space in your thoughts today
You're awful brave, (aww) be careful where you toss grenades
'Cause you might make a list where they cross off the names
You might get immortalized in the Hall of Fame
Still get hit with the .45 and I ain't talkin' Shade

You should hang it up
Everything you spit is lame as fuck
Yeah, you got some nerve, but it ain't enough
Rhymed a lot of words but ain't sayin much

These hip-hop nerds gon' complain and such
They gon' hear this verse and say it sucks
But guess what? I never gave a fuck
Might've been the best once but today you suck

They already hung you out to dry
Now you done, you bout to cry
So give up, you're out of time
Out of time, out of time

They already hung you out to dry
Now you done, you bout to cry
So give up, you're out of time
Out of time, out of time

Haha
We miss you, Marshall