Kanye West:

It's Mr. West, the modern Gandhi, with the swagger unrivaled

Spitting verses so damn holy must've come from the Bible

With your love songs in your pages, you forever would be nameless,

if I didn't come along and then make this b***h famous

Gold digger, sold for pop and became musically crude

And I'm still dropping hotter shit, just rapping "poopity scoop"

My autotune changed the game. I'd suggest that you should use it

Cause you can only sing two notes like you sampled your own music

[remix of the previous line]

Now drop off the Earth again, snake, and I'll come replace your s**t

My clothes sell out so quickly, they should call me Tailor Swift (ha-ha)

I broke the record of break out artists that I've launched

While you're the broken record of break up songs that high schools play at prom

Taylor Swift:

Let me take the mic back, let's see who is speechless

Your rapping's sloppy, too bad you can't re-release it

Everyone loved your hits until you started rambling

Now the whole world is pissed like it's your Grammy

I'm for "breaking the silence" but they should've wired your mouth

Then you wouldn't rant on Kim and send your marriage Kanye South

I've never missed with genre switches, folklore's hit the money

I killed it running country, you failed tryna run the country

Wax figures are the only kind of models that you've slept with

It's obvious since South Park that you're fishing for attention

Assaulting paparazzi, they should call you Roc-A-Felon

You couldn't even square up in your Roblox cospl—

Kanye West:

Hold up, hold up, hold up

Yo, that verse really hurt me and Imma let you finish

But we can tell that Liz Rose wrote the best of all your disses

You sued a dude for a dollar to bring justice to women?

I made bigger change when I drove 50 Cent out of business

Call me Scooter Braun, because I'm stealing this match

Ate so much pussy, now I ate this one from Cats

Taylor Swift:

I see why your fans stay disappointed after all that noise

From your release dates for Yandhi back to "slavery's a choice"

Your verses were so monotonous and dragged on for so long that

You'd be better off spewing your four-hundred-page contract

So don't rail on George based on your history with women

Seems you're only fond of bushes when you put fiancés in 'em

Your career is like your clothing line: torn up and washed up

Now you're only known as the Electoral College Dropout