Clothesline Lyrics

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 their 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