[Intro]:
Hey kelly, let's have kid
And after this track, you better check your belly

[1st Verse]:
Just merely i got kelly, for truth i'd kill him solely
Em will give you pain barely, by direly, sanely and wisely(whoa!)
Em still save your gains directly, shade 45 like basely
You must be take your punishment, very mutely, (For Actually)

Talkin' 'bout he replied for something you said 6 years ago
Then ask why your god why he'll punish you for things you do along ago(whoa!)
You still didn't get this hoe?, he's your God dude
He's the G.O.A.T, you're a fuckin' real slut, (Facts), But

He's the only guy make us doped, but you got your doubts
'Cause you're a slut, i served you? (whoa!), then thanks a lot(Yeah!)
Who are here, lookin' for views and the fuss (Guts)
Then next time you'll talk about him, your head, i'll cut it (Yeah!)

Then you'd take my little counted fans, (attention whore)
You Better wish never started this war, little whore
You dissed someone you already adore? that's sure! (Whoa!)
You'r core 2 due, while he's highest than you with 7 i Core

Hide your line behind the poor? got no sales in the store?
But Em said, " 'Cause bein' broke's a poor excuse "
From believe, but you don't believe that you're nobody (Whoa!)
Just go learn, you failed now, you must look for study (For study, Whoa)

You better next time don't mention Hailie (killed by letter)
And next time you do it, i swear i'll close your fuckin' account twitter
Wear off your daughter sweater, 'Cause she is hot as fuck too
You're embarrassed now??, just feel his feels dump, (Uhh, fuck you)

Without hook, chorus, refrain, of even WTF bridge
It's too better to fuck your daughter while on your stage
While you performin', nah stop it, your daughter got no fault
But you're guilty, why this kelly? it was freely, (Yeah,it's your fault)

But i think you're fuckin' pedophile, don't worry hailie(Whoa!)
I know his words are flowed rudely, but Shady is steely (Yeah!)
'Cause Slim who win at end, He's won already (Whoa!)
For every time, a cross, and this just a timely (Yeah!)

I'm done with you bitch, i'll cut your ass as inches
And stop attention whore, talkin' about he's rich
He did that by his lyrics, his knees weak, his palms sweaty
Words like phyrics, try again next week, you are not ready (Fuck kelly, Whoa)

Don't act like nice, he got rich, be like him, it's my advice
He is wasn't rolled the dice, while you here puttin' your price
It's free (Yeah!), and nobody want to buy you, 'Cause you avarice
For armistice, Quit from this, i'll pretend it's your caprice (Caprice, Whoa!)

I'm gonna like Em, and everyone, in twitter give you ban
Bitch WTF understand it, we're his fan, we're the stan's (Yeah!)
You better never fuck with him or us, it's you for goddamn (Whoa!)
Even you can't beat me, you better to kill me to at hall of fame (It's your goddamn)

[Outro]:
He got dick in the air, Eminem fans every where
Tellin' him we're swear
When this shady is right here
He'll be care, he just lookin' for his daughter rights (bitch)
* Eminem last part of Without Me Song *
Kids