STAN - White On White Crime (EMINEM MGK DISS)

[Verse 1 - Dispencery & Denace as Eminem]
Ya'll gotta move
I'ma hop in the Coupe
It's my play time
MGK and E-M-I-N-E-M U R both G-A-Y
The Mather's sequel was the wackest reboot
Since "Bad Meets Evil"
Just ask the people
Now you made a whole record just to trash the reviews?
What kinda kinda kinda crack does he do?
I'm 'bout to snap, like Thanos heading to erase avengers
A crazy menace
Violent kamikaze pilot flying straight into Shady Records
Save the wreckage, you're fame is ending, a tainted legend
Who's brain is getting so dang depressing
If you're the Rap God then I'll never say "Amen" again
Or praise the heavens (nope)
Lost whatever made the Stanley's adore you
f*ck what you heard be it Yanny or Laurel
Kamikaze's only dope 'cause Revival was suicide and embarrassing for you
But I thought you loved me Spence?
What the f*ck? How could you come to this?
I'm sorry Em, but I'm done with this
Your head's become big like a puffer fish
Hey you! Better shut up kid
f*cking b*tch, suck my di*k!
Calm down Em. Ugly prick
I'm the Rap God, now rub my tiiits
What the hell? Man, f*ck this (gunshot)
Aaah! I'm hit! But I'm alive!
And I'll keep making albums 'til I'm a hundred and five, b*tch!
Damn, guess there's nothing I can do
Can't believe I used to look up to you
All of the power you have and you use it to make basic music
There is no excuse
Plus you collabed with Phresher
Literally the mumbliest rapper ever
I just wish you were half as clever
As Shady was, please get back together
Wait, so hold up like a flashcard
Damn dawg, was I copying or paying homage?
Sad 'cause you taught me to rap as a damn toddler
Can't you understand father?
You're mad at your own product
But listen I just wanna
Use this power you gave us to change minds
Entertain, inspire, empower at the same time
2Pac ignited the spark (that's right)
A flame in the brain, why?
'Cause hip hop ain't about popping pills
It's a skill, to create rhymes, requiring great lines
That finally save lives, that's why we
"Sing for these kids who don't have a thing
Except for a dream and f*cking rap magazine
Who post pin-up pictures on their walls all day long
Idolize they favorite rappers and know all they songs
Or for anyone who's ever been through sh*t in they lives
Sit and they cry at night" (knock, knock, knock)

Yo, who the f*ck is that?
I dunno, let me check

"Yo, what up? It's Kells. Cleveland!"
Yo, throw a beat on
Ok

[Verse 2 - Dispencery & "Machine Gun Kelly"]
"Uh, yeah, hand me the clippers
His beard is weird" Clippers?
Uh, yeah. What?
And a black shevel
Shevel? Don't you mean shovel?
No, I mean shevel, yeah. Ummmm...
Where's the autotune at? Ok...
Yeah, yeah, I'm sick of them sweatsuits
And those corny hats, let's talk about it
I'm sick of eating food, and when I see a dude
I just walk around it (Kells, Kells)
I'm sick of being a stick and feeling like sh*t
But I'm still Kelly
So much seamen inside of my belly
And now I am feeling it swelling
Damn, shut up you hella thin skeleton
You're just an irrelevant elephant
In the room, soft as watermelon gelatin
Gone off the deep end, like Louise and Thelma did
Looking like an alien, local like a L.A.N
Where is Chris Hansen when we need to catch a man who's been
Dangling his teeny little weenie
On the 'gram again, no wonder Mashall's panicking
You're gonna get hammered in
Switch
Keep screwing around you might be the
Dumbest motherf*cker since Justin Bieber
Or Logan Paul when he tried to tweet a
Diss up against Chris D'elia
This over-tatted, bony bast*rd's looking like some molten plastics
Thinner than the strings of woven baskets
Hopeless Codeine addicts
Homeless Brad Pitts
Looking like a Nazi who would vote for fascists
Dome on acid, go, go, gadget
Straight into a closing casket
Collecting heads like Sleepy Hollow
Y'all don't know me but you need to follow
Eminem's the G.O.A.T. and Kelly is dope
But both will overdose
And not see tomorrow
Damn, that's a hard pill to swallow
I'm in the car now and I killed the bottle
Tekashi in the trunk
Lil Yachty in the front
And I'm driving drunk
Into the wall, bro (nooo)

[Outro]
Thank you, ladies and gentlemen for listening
Sincerely, Stan