Your fans become your hair done.

Beer, beer, beer in the sports were Briana just hit me on a text last night.

I left hickeys on the 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?

I was watching a pile of my not attract realized.

I forgot to call you back.

Here's that autograph for your daughter.

I wrote it on a starter cap.

Staying, staying, sons.

Listen, man, Dad isn't mad.

But how you gonna name itself after the damn gun and have a man bun?

Undeniable Supplants Firestone Say you got me in a store which you raised me.

I say we call the endoscope in your Sue's.

He replied that the crowd getting closer before you die lets you out.

Betty, who with your corny lines from your old Kelly You put on 45 I'm still out.

Seven.

You about 29 3 albums that it blew.

Now let's talk about some really do go with someone's daughter's mouth stealing food.

But you're a fucking mole Hill does not make a mountain out of you.

Chill like unlike you.

Put the crone bail to my phone mail.

Gonna put you in a Boeing?

They'll say you'll run upon me like a phone bill.

Spring lead playing dead.

That's the only time you hold Still you eating cereal or oatmeal?

What the fuck's in the boat?

Milk?

Wheaties.

Cheerios?

Because I'm taking a shit in them.

Kelly on the reading material dictionary.

Yo, Slim last for our son.

Go back to recover before suit.

That was three albums ago.

What he did?

No hoops your facts before you come with me.

Little goof.

Luxury broke bitch Get I had enough money to burn it in front of you Hope younger me know you'll back me It's funny, but so true I'd rather be 80 year old Me 20 year old You I'm getting old age stuck and fill a whole page with a 10 year olds Rage Got more fans than you win your own city, Little kitty go place Feel like I'm baby sitting Low tank at the city.

Okay, so you're such a home day shooting a video.

Just fucking dig your own grave got its own weight on the Billy goat.

Do we never made a list.

Next.

You know, Jane, next to Taylor Swift and the whole do about really flow Kelly, they'll be putting your name next time.

Next.

Benzene.

A mother fucker like the last motherfucker saying Bailey in vain Alien brain missed my biggest flaps of your greatest hits.

The game's mata can and nothing changed the locks.

So before status, bitch, give Jadakiss gotta wake up.

Labor data.

This being rich, Jane, but some pretty using my name for bait in a state of bliss because I said it's got damn name now I gotta cut back, aimed yet champagne and it's It's a moment.

This is it.

His biggest you're gonna get so enjoy it had to give you a career to destroy it, stolen checks and go to sleep six feet.

I'll give you a beat for the effort.

But if I was three foot 11 you look up to me.

And for the record, you would suck a dick to fucking be me for a second.

Like a boss like to get on my channel, give you life to be a solidified.

This motherfucking cheaters.

Like ramble when he's got a bullet.

So what good is a fucking machine gun when it's out of ammo?

Had enough of this tattered mama wrap a hot fucking him a night battle, they'll have the fuck Kim and my flannel.

I'll give him my sandals because he knows Long as I'm shady, he's gonna have to live in my shadow.

Exhausting, letting offspring like a gun barrel bitch!

Get off me!

You dance around it like a sombrero.

We can all see your fucking salty his young jails balls deep inside a Halsey, your red sweater, your black leather.

You dress better.

I rat better that a death threat of a love letter.

Little right to pick things over a pic.

I just don't like your prick.

Thanks for dissing me.

Now.

I had an excuse on the mic to write.

Not a light, but really, you know, care who's on the right.

But you're losing the fight to pink.

Who else wanted counts?

Attempt fails, button Hell's fucking nails in these coffins.

That's office now.

Kill shot Will not failing with steel.

But this idiot's fault cuts pills and tells him he's got skills.

Cowls today.

You put out hits the day did he admits that he put the hit out that got killed.

I'm sick of you being back and still using that motherfucking auto tunes.

And let's talk about it.

Talk about it.

I'm sick of your mama.

Rat Mountain.

Need to get the cock about it before we can even talk about it.

Talk about it.

I'm sick of your blonde hair near rings because look in the mirror thing that you, 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.

You fucking Oh, and I'm just playing.

Did he?

You know I love you.