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