Aug 11, 2022 Em calling Royce like: What do you think? Should I respond? And Father Royce be like: Nah, we should all come together, sing Kumbaya
Aug 11, 2022 there was clearly a lot of work put in. it deserves something, similar to RD i guess but this is as close as em will get to "someone the caliber of nas or jay" as he once said
Aug 11, 2022 The diss is alright. Probably the most corny origin of a diss ever which colours judgement. Game is just a perpetual loser. Em probably doesn't need to respond, it's such obvious bait, and he probably won't. I'd like him to though. Em makes fun disses, and Game is an easy target.
Aug 11, 2022 Btw. We kinda ignoring just how massive mgk got after the Em beef its actually shocking. He had no career before. Pushing 600 units a week. To scoring #1 in billboard after the beef
Aug 11, 2022 Yeah I think what bothers me the most is game framed this as “I’m doing this for competition” but if he’s legit saying s--- about Ems kids and mother, sounds a little more spiteful than that just seems pathetic. He’s just mad Em got picked for the super bowl over him. Which, of course Em got picked. He’s Dre biggest protege after Snoop
Aug 11, 2022 I think Game will have to make a video for the song so that the song blew up and Em noticed that. I'd be corny as f--- though.
Aug 11, 2022 After a second listen this is much better with another spin. 10 minutes is too long. Should have cut out all the bloat and it would be good.
Aug 11, 2022 The good thing about this though is when Em VS MGK happened, we all knew Em didn't have much on MGK because they never really knew each other. MGK said a lot of things that were out in the public, that everybody knows or thinks about Em. But Em didn't have much unknown dirt on MGK. This case is different. They've known each other (on a personal level) for years. A lot of things may come out if he responds. If he doesn't, he's done. I don't want him to ever say s--- like "I want all the smoke", "if you want smoke I got all the weed" and s--- references like that.
Aug 11, 2022 Btw i just had one listen without headphones. Didnt game kinda threatened he had something on em daughter but he wont release it yet. Thought he said somethibt like thay
Aug 11, 2022 You mean the part I highlighted? (Interlude: Uber Driver) Hey, grandma I’m still out here makin’ my Uber runs I’ll be home soon I just got one more pick up, kinda close to 8 Mile Okay, okay, love you too (Intro: The Game) G-G-G-G, Shady (G-G) Shady Aftermath (Yeah) Me and Hit-Boy back on our s---, let’s go Yeah (G-G) (The Game) I don’t think they know who they f---in’ with Pull that truck around, n----s is duckin’ clips Hi, I’m the Black Slim Shady I unpack the heat with my oven mitts I tip-toe around in my Chucks and s--- Hi, I’m the Black Slim Shady (The Game) It’s Game, sick in the brain Sick as the day that I came Hennessy runnin’ through my veins, I load up the clip and aim Sick of you n----s talkin’ like you won’t get wet in the rain Now I’m singin’ Frank Ocean, and you get hit with this Novacane Sick and tired of n----s, b------s, and critics, they all the same Lame games they playin’, lyin’, tryin’ me for my name I stick my d-ck in your [?] a--- Shallow b---- on the show, just to lick the tip it’s ridiculous, she watchin’ it grow Cross eyed-ed, crosshairs on my enemies If you cross the street, you run into me, you crash in to a light bolt Now you crawlin’ out the driver side like a centepede And me, I’m finna be on a jet to the Phillipines Spill the beans, kick the Kool-Aid, overtell, God don’t intervene While I’m smashin’ Saweetie p---- to smithereens It’s the G-A-ficky-ficky-M, paint my face, I’m him Puttin’ this big black d-ck in your skims (The Game) I don’t think they know who they f---in’ with Pull that truck around, n----s is duckin’ clips Hi, I’m the Black Slim Shady I unpack the heat with my oven mitts I tip-toe around in my Chucks and s--- Hi, I’m the Black Slim Shady (The Game) I killed Dr. Dre in my basement last night I was wasted last night, I went ape s--- last night Chopped his body up, and forget where I placed it last night Had a slice of humble pie, I couldn’t taste it last night (Hahaha) Lost my taste and my smell, I got Omarion Me and Dr. Fauci went to crazy girls and then we got our party on So fee-fi-fo-fum, I’m with 40 goin’ dumb Not E-40, the other 40, I’m with Canadians in Drake’s house Havin’ a stakeout And I’m so tired of orderin’ takeout, what’s beef? Beef is when you tell the chef to bring them steaks out So let’s play house with the Dracos and AR’s Stay the f--- up off of Stanley grass and take a s--- they yard And my d-ck stay hard, when I see Lizzo on the internet Here it is another BBL And my d-ck get little on the internet My intellect is NFT’s and Cryptos, I can never be a Crip though I tip-toe with my red rag around six O’s (Uber Driver & The Game) Chuck? Yeah Hey, man, let’s get you out the rain Good lookin’, how’s your day goin’, bro? I’m cool, man, you don’t need that mask Nobody cares about that s--- anymore You got a charger up there with you? Yeah, for sure, it reaches all the way back there too Good lookin’, homie Ayo, I really f--- with that starter cap, that s--- hard as f--- Crazy story behind it, my brother Stan, rest in peace What? He gave me this hat twenty-two years ago d--- It’s my favorite Can I see that s--- for a minute? Uh, yeah, sure Oh, s---, this MFer autographed and everything Who signed it for you? Eminem He used to be like this rap God Man, me and my brother praised him Back when I was little, I don’t really like any of his new stuff Woah, wait, I know where we’re goin’, wait, why do you have a gu-? Yo, shut the f--- up Ayy, man, I’m drivin’, I’ll get you there wait I’ll take you, I’m a fan, that’s cool Stop lookin’ back, stop lookin’ back here It’s cool dude, man, you don’t need to do this Focus on the f---in’ road Okay Yo, come on, man Alright Drive Alright, alright Drive We’ll go, we’ll go Shut the f--- up Alright (The Game) Ask Dre All I got is my word, my d-ck and my MAC 10 One thing you can never have is my motherfuckin’ Black… skin This ain’t no suit that I wore This ain’t a mansion, a hangin’ plaque, this ain’t no stupid award So, oh, he goes platinum And, oh, I’m on the ‘Math with him He got all the Blackest friends He wants to be African, me Left for dead on the Dr.’s Advocate Dre never executive-produced it, I just imagined it Oh, here goes the magic tricks Candy shops and the magic stick D’Angelo Bailey got in shape to whoop your a--- again You depressed, you just maskin’ it You pop an Adderall, a Vicodin, and an Aspirine But the math wasn’t mathin’ in So pass me the torch ’cause the torture in my mind With the voice that defied rhymes will force the blind eye To see that I was in the white Rolls Royce with five .9’s When you was pretendin’ to be the white Royce da 5’9″ I just crossed a fine line Might just force the white guy to call D12 so he can be the pork they grind, swine And the biggest rapper in Detroit, that award is Sean Don So uncork the Chardonnay and stick my fork in white wine I never heard you in the club, I never heard you in the bar Eleven albums and ten never got played inside of my car I’d rather listen to Snith9ine like sixty-nine times And participate in sixty-nines with sixty-nine nuns than listen to you You’re a Karen, call the cops, tell ’em it’s a Black man on your block With a Glock and he got it cocked And the tattoos on his face is a star and a teardrop He standin’ on a [???] drop and he says he can feel Pac in the air Like Phil Collins, listen to him, he still wildin’ (Ah, Epstein chased me around Epstein island) So silence, I’m-, I’m thinkin’, uh, mm, yeah Nothin’ rhymes with orange! So ficky-ficky Slim Shady, please, stand up s---t the fade with me, I’d love to put these hands up I could .40 Glock you, unarmed Drop the world on your head with one arm Dear Slim, Hailie’s with me and she’s unarmed for now (Dad, I’m really scared) These are the deepest secrets, I keep and I be on defence ‘Cause G’s ain’t supposed to fold up With all the facades I hold up inside of my mind, I froze up I’m cold as COVID, Ebola, the Spanish flu, and Corona The Zika virus, pneumonia is deep inside my persona On each side of my shoulders is demon chasin’ Jehovah The renegade or the soldier, I really gave it to Hova (How it feel?) Twenty-three years, still ain’t penetratin’ the culture You are not, top five, in mine, B.I.G or Pac eyes No Andre, no Nas, stop tellin’ white lies Sniff a white line, this the right time I Suge Knight, Vanilla Ice, I’m not Mr. Nice Guy (The Game) I’m crazy (I’m crazy, I’m crazy) I’m crazy (I’m crazy, I’m crazy) I’m not Mr. Nice Guy I’m crazy (I’m crazy, I’m crazy) Dre know I’m crazy (I’m crazy, I’m crazy) Way to f---in’ go (The Game) You done pissed off Jimmy, Universal, and Interscope Know, I got Jimmy, Slim, 50, and Universal in the scope (‘Cause I’m shady) Shadier than him (I’m crazy) Crazier than Kim So when the Bat signal goes up in the clouds above the buildings I hope you live long enough to see heroes turn into villains Oh, you think I’m a Joker? Well, riddle me this You love you mother? Well, I’m cleanin’ out your closet for you and your half-brother And I told you when I was in Detroit, I wanted to go to 8 Mile ‘Cause when I was little to get some M&M’s, I had to walk eight miles But you wouldn’t leave the studio, your life is on loop That’s why I’m doggy in style, ’cause n----s rather bump Snoop And I’m a lyrical .50 cal Leave his brain all thin, wind, the games all endin’ The chainsaw, vrinn, vrinn Hello? Hello? Pagin’ Dr. Dre? He ain’t got a lot to say But since Curtis always do, let him write the rhymes for you Tell him to clip the wings on my butterfly tatt’ and force ’em back in the cocoon Now does he still rap or did he have a change of heart too? The chick on the show wasn’t pickin’ me and Mariah wasn’t pickin’ you So the cannons is blam-blammin’ and if it jam then I unjam it And wipe down my stripper pole with the hair grease from your bandana You wish you was Santana or Cam in them ten Jays Durag for ten years and never had one wave And I was that runaway slave, that they buried in that one grave And some say he would back to haunt Slim Shady one day Now I’m here, hope you ready, this is not mom’s spaghetti This your dad was twenty-two when he ate lil’ Debbie He takes the cake ‘Cause she was only fifteen, so how could one not sympathize with her havin’ you as a teen? She had to lose herself in the moment, give up her dreams Just to see her son out here lookin’ like a wigger in jeans (Yeah) Little Marshall Mathers Mad ’cause nobody thinks that little Marshall matters That sentiment’s hard to gather Let’s get this s--- all together, the picture was rift, I fixed it But none with me, you, and 50, let’s stitch this s--- all together You like it, Slim? I made it just for you I even kidnapped Stan’s brother and baited him here for you But you would just say, “No” Probably leave us in the blistering cold God made you d--- near perfect, He just missed your soul You ain’t the shell of who you used to be And after you, it’s me, on the Uzi spree like it’s two of me And Matthew’s dead now, it’s just you and me The sweatpants, the dad hat, durag and no jewelry Mm, is that cultural appropriation Ask Paul if it’s inappropriate for me to make that statement, rude of me How your date went? Did you re-dye your [???] or get another face lift or do shrooms in your mom’s basement Until you nod and see spaceships And the aliens inside it come and tell you your talent’s wasted Then you wake up and you ain’t s--- I know you fiendin’ for a Dr. Dre bass hit How ironic, an addict in a basement And now I chronic, ’cause I done had it with the fake s--- You never understood ebonics or a cadence I press everything like a weight bench And every time the play hits, you off another playlist Sorry, it ain’t workin’ out n----s shootin’ [billy?] blanks (It’s my winner’s speech) While I’m here, I should really thank MGK, UGK, Tech N9ne, Uzi spray My other twelve personalities wasn’t really in the mood today Hi, kids, here’s somethin’ funny, let’s all say, “n-----” once Crashed the car, hit and run Jumped out, hid the gun Your fans want a rap god, well, f--- it, I’ma give him one I came to put Slim in a box but he already live in one (The Game) Mr. Shady, don’t be shady Pick that pen up, don’t be lazy Call up Dre and get that Dre beat Jump off stage if s--- get crazy Mr. Shady, don’t be shady Pick that pen up, don’t be lazy Call up Dre and get that Dre beat Jump off stage if s--- get crazy
Aug 11, 2022 This could've been fire if he condensed the song down to 3-4 minutes, how many people will actually take the time to listen to a 10+ minute diss song ?
Aug 11, 2022 I'd be dope if we got a 10 munutes long diss from Em with all his characters and voices.
