[Intro]
(Allegedly Eminem) Who are you calling for?

(Kyle) Marshall Mathers
My names Kyle Spratt I live in Windsor Ontario uh long story short I rap I work at a bingo hall where Kim and her
Mum play all the time and I fucking punked off her phone just to get your number to get a hold of you

(Allegedly Eminem) You're calling for Marshall?

(Kyle) Yeah I got played on 955 a while back, I fucking got expelled for my shit I just got fired for taking that phone to
Get ahold of you bro, I'd take any big risk for my fucking music man I just want you to listen to fucking one track

(Allegedly Eminem) Well you got the wrong number right now. I don't know who you're trying to get a hold of but there is no one here by that name

(Kyle) Bro I'm not fucking dumb I grew up listening to you. You think I don't know what you sound like doing a fake voice. I got fired for this shit man. You don't gotta sign me just listen to one fucking song and say one word back be like wack or sick that's all I fucking ask man and I'll leave you the fuck alone. One word. [Phone Hangs Up]

[Verse 1]
What a pathetic attempt at disguising your voice
I've been bumping you since I was a boy
And I idolised you until I called you
And watched the risky plan that I made fall through
You're a sell out, celebrity fame strung
Slim sell out bitch don't you remember where you came from
Spit shit wack look at that track Fack
You Encore in the garbage, that shit is wack
When I'm Gone was a sick ass track
You explained why you're slacking
Your kids are mad and Kim is mad and this and that yap yap
Take another xantax go to sleep just relax
You don't even love Hailie you neglect your kids
You just buy them presents bitch
Yeah I read the text messages on Kim's phone
I know usually diss tracks from locals to famous rappers are just wack
But Kyle Spratt has an insider source says Marshall beat Kim before their last divorce
But that of course is just hearsay
But that hearsay ain't gonna fall on deaf ears pray not
Cuz nowadays myspace is hot
My myspace is hard as Kim's fake tits that you're bought her
Your daughter doesn't even have a father
I also read that you're a dead beat dad
And yo you obviously don't got no balls like me
You beeped out Beyonce in No Apologies
Just like you beeped out Suge in Like Toy Soldiers
I'll tell you like you told Benzino dawg
Put down the mic it's over
You beef with bitches
Yeh you pick your battles pussily
I got your phone number but that shit is no good to me
Cuz I called you not like a fan, not like no Stan, no just like a man
I'm like man I'm 18
I live on my own
I just got fired cuz I stole a cell phone
At my work in Windsor at a bingo hall
Where Kim Mathers plays at and shit went wrong
And by the way my boy is fucking Kim Mathers
And by the way I'm a real sick rapper
I got expelled from high school for some shit said
In a rap I spit a couple years ago I'm at my wits end

[Hook]
I don't expect you to fucking sign me or nothing
But please just listen once since I went through all this trouble
Just to get your number
Then a motherfucker
Pretends that it wasn't him and hung up, like I'm a sucker
Ya'll heard the intro god damn what a pathetic attempt at disguising your voice
I've been bumping you since I was a boy
Slim sell out where'd you come from

[Verse 2]
Fuck Kim Mathers I don't care about the trick
But Kim Mathers I'ma air you out bitch
You ain't shit but make up, hair and outfits and fake tit and fake teeth
Who cares about it bitch
You can gift wrap a piece of shit
But at the end of the day it's still a motherfucking piece of shit
You'll still be in a trailer ugly and trashy
If Em' never made it, you and your mum Kathy
Nice escalade
How does it feel to know you didn't even earn it
Now you steal and mooch from Marshall
Well lets keep it real
My last piece of evidence will really seal the deal that yousa ho
Yeah when I took your phone
I was going through your phone
Sitting at home
I saw text messages from like 30 guys
Like "oh last night was good 30 times in a row"
That means you're fucking Marshall, Neil plus 90 other bros
Heard your looking for me
You ain't gonna find me though
And I ain't got that stupid fucking video card
I bluffed you, you bitch and you fell for it hard
You feel all cool at the bingo like a star
Always dressed like your going to the motherfucking bar
Ok Kim easy you know who you are
The girl from Puke, the girl who Marshall Mathers dissed and ripped through
So here coke head another verse you can slit your wrists to

[Hook]