Rap Devil (cover, pt1)

Ay, somebody grab him some clippers His fuckin' beard is weird Tough talk from a rapper payin' millions for security a year "I think my dad's gone crazy, " yeah, Hailie, you right Dad's always mad cooped up in the studio, yellin' at the mic You're sober and bored, huh? (I know) About to be forty-six years old, dog Talkin' 'bout "I'ma call up Trick Trick" Man, you sound like a bitch, bitch Man up and handle your shit (ugh) Mad about somethin' 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 Fuckin' dweeb, all you do is read the dictionary and stay inside Fuck Rap God, I'm the Rap Devil Comin' bare-faced with a black shovel Like the Armageddon when the smoke settle His body next to this instrumental, I'm sayin' I'm sick of them sweatsuits and them corny hats, let's talk about it I'm sick of you bein' 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