i'm not done (eminem mgk diss response)

, rest in peace machine bun jelly, dear stan. oop, shit, scratch that, dear mr. i'm-too-good-to-call-or-write-the-stans, this'll be the last package i ever send your ass, but it's a eulogy, stupid geek, hope you like it, took me two beers and a jelly sandwich to write it, been six days now, no word, i don't deserve it, you got my last diss, bitch, cause it was perfect!, the flow was a little off, cause i had a fifth of vodka, marshall came through with the kill, and then shot ya, but this is the double tap, to this fuckin' brat, and the rest of mumble rap, it's time to cut the track, like a lumber jack, can't believe you need a bodyguard to chuck a jab, talkin' up a bunch of smack, what the fuck is up with that?, only place your punches land, is a fuckin' punching bag, cut the act, i'm sure this barrel will fit, where your apparel would sit, more street cred than vanilla ice, i'm barely convinced, both of you wore the same parachute dress, that didn't even open when your careers took a plunge, fired shots on your entire block, how can i be afraid of death when i die a lot?, i heard em disowned you, i might adopt, popped up buyin' shots, got blocked, left the tabs open, firefox, and how's this guy still tweetin' from inside a box, did you fall out boy, and now you're tryna rock?, nice tat, now go binge on a giant cock, you got a record deal and i don't, you can sign whatever you want, but i won't, you don't know, you don't know, you don't know me, you can hate all you like, say what you might, but i'll never lose sleep, you know what rhymes with iggy azalea, what?, talentless, overrated, chick from australia, what else?, fake, plastic, paraphernalia, ass and tits like they were bit by a tick with malaria, yeah, now it's our turn, shit, joe budden's getting clicked, like the power on switch, such a sour old bitch, and delirious, sirius, you faker than howard stern's wig, and you can hardly hang, bout to drop like artie lange, retired from hip hop, the day the truck to pick up the fuckin' garbage came, charlamagne, and you can depart a plane into the ocean, so we never hear your retarded brain start again, bhad bhabi, you clearly a hoe, how you been 15 for three years in a row?, go on dr. phil's show, and call your mom a bitch, now you're makin' hits?, and people got the nerve to ask why i'm an atheist?, shit, no wonder i'm feeling alone, it's a conspiracy, bro! earth is flat! not a sphere or a globe, eminem is a clone, kylie jenner's the richest woman alive from a career on her own, shit. i guess the world is full of idiots, no wonder i give up tryna give a shit, i'm steve jobs to this pc culture, so like bruce jenner's dick, time to get rid of it, odd "future", you're way to predictable, bout to cut you into more pieces than an eminem interview, by the way why you tryna make him sway, sway?, retract calling someone who called himself gay, gay, damn! did you guys forget what rapping is?, fall on your head and forget who marshall mathers is?, the church is jacking kids, donald trump is grabbing tits, but you're mad at this?, well guess what?, tyler's still a faggot bitch, you don't know, you don't know, you don't know me, you can hate all you like, say what you might, but i'll never lose sleep, hey little troll, put the gun down, everybody blood now, i got the munchies, you're just lunch meat, i bring such heat, you must bring sunscreen, yeah, i drove off a bridge, right into crystal lake, with my lil pump in the trunk, wrapped in some tape, they call me stan, fuck 'em, i'm ram-bunctious, came back to life with an a-ppetite for, some clout chasing, an amp to fight more, take a bite, it's so damn delightful, they can hate, but they can't deny me, they have an issue, stans behind me, blue, yellow, purple pills, enter the matrix, agent's field, you all, sound the, same it's, sick, you even look alike, face tats, and lisps, a bunch of hypocrites at the least, you fake cunts, at least i sound like the mothafuckin' greatest, you don't know, you don't know, you don't know me, you can hate all you like, say what you might, but i'll never lose sleep, sincerely, stan, p.s. fuck logan paul! uh, fuck!, spit your rhymes. like that's it