Real Slim Shady Sit down

Verse 1: Yo, Slim, remember when you used to be raw?
Now every new verse is just a fatal flaw.
Once a renegade, now you’re just afraid,
Of the new wave rappers takin’ over the stage.
You had your era, man, you were the best,
But now you’re just a relic, part of the rest.
Still talkin' 'bout mom, still stuck in the past,
But this new school flow’s leavin’ you last.
What happened, Em? You were the rap god,
Now you’re just a meme, ain’t that odd?
You built a legacy, but can’t let go,
Still clinging to the shadows of your old show.
Verse 2: Yo, the real Slim Shady's getting kinda shady,
Your rhymes are lazy, flow’s outdated, kinda hazy.
Used to wreck the mic, now you’re just a ghost,
Living off the fame of your old-school posts.
So what, you dropped a new track?
Sorry, Slim, but nobody's callin' back.
You're like a VHS in a world of streams,
Stuck in the past while we’re chasing dreams.
We loved you once, yeah, you had your prime,
But now you’re just recycling lines from '99.
You wanna battle? Come on, man, that's absurd,
You couldn’t even keep up with your own words.
Pre-Chorus: You had the crown, but now it’s slipping,
Your flow’s outdated, your records skipping.
So take a seat, let the new blood shine,
This rap game’s evolving, and you’re outta time.
Chorus: So won’t the Slim Shady please stand up? (Nah!)
Better yet, Slim, just hang it up!
'Cause we’re tired of the same ol' stuff,
Sit down, Slim, enough’s enough!
So won’t the Slim Shady please stand up? (Nah!)
Better yet, Slim, just pack it up!
Time to let go of that mic you clutch,
Sit down, Slim, you’ve lost your touch!

Hip hop, rap