Em is done

Yo, Em, Slim Shady, Marshall Mathers, listen up, You’ve been in the game long enough. It's time to hang it up. You used to spit fire, now you just spit dust, Living in the past, man, your rhymes are a bust. You claim you’re the best, but you’re stuck in a loop, Recycling old flows like yesterday’s soup. Talking 'bout your mom, your ex, your fame, A broken record, man. It’s always the same. Once a rap god, now you’re just a myth, Lost in the shadows, can’t find a new riff. You diss the young cats, call them out of style, But your tracks sound dated, stuck in denial. Sure, you had hits, but that was back in the day, Now you’re grasping for relevance. Watch it slip away. picking fights with rappers half your age, Desperate for attention, rattling your cage. You dissed MGK, thought you’d come out on top, But his career’s still rising, while yours starts to drop. You talk about struggle, but you’re living in a mansion, Detached from the streets, lost in your own expansion. Used to shock the world with your crazy stunts, Now it’s all played out, just tired old fronts. You had Dre, you had D12, you had your crew, Now you’re solo, lonely, now what you gonna do? Your rhymes used to cut, now they barely scratch, Trying to stay relevant, but you met your match. You talk about your legacy, how you changed the game, But your new tracks? Man, they’re just plain lame. You paved the way, but now it’s time to go, Hand the mic to the new blood and let the future flow. We recognize your fall, your time has passed, You’re living in the past, you have ran out of gas. So here’s to you, Em, the man who was great, But even legends must accept their fate. Hang up the mic, step out of the light, Your era’s over, retire, and stop trying to fight. see you soon, Em mhmhhehhehahehaha