Killshot (MGK Diss)

[00:00.59] You sound like a bitch, bitch

[00:01.84] Shut the fuck up!

[00:03.09] When your fans become your haters

[00:04.59] You done?

[00:05.33] Fuck, your beard's weird

[00:06.10] Alright

[00:07.33] You yellin' at the mic, you weird beard

[00:08.59] We doin' this once

[00:09.84] You yellin' at the mic, your beard's weird

[00:10.84] Why you yellin' at the mic? (Illa)

[00:12.59] Rihanna just hit me on the text

[00:13.34] Last night I left hickeys on her neck

[00:15.33] Wait, you just dissed me? I'm perplexed

[00:17.09] Insult me in a line, compliment me on the next

[00:19.60] Damn, I'm really sorry you want me to have a heart attack

[00:21.59] Was watchin' 8 Mile on my NordicTrack

[00:24.33] Realized I forgot to call you back

[00:26.09] Here's that autograph for your daughter, I wrote it on a Starter cap

[00:29.09] Stan, Stan, son, listen, man, Dad isn't mad

[00:32.84] But how you gonna name yourself after a damn gun

[00:36.34] And have a man-bun?

[00:38.09] The giant's woke, eyes open, undeniable

[00:40.84] Supplyin' smoke, got the fire stoked

[00:42.34] Say you got me in a scope, but you grazed me

[00:44.59] I say one call to Interscope and you're Swayze

[00:47.08] Your reply got the crowd yelling, "Woo!"

[00:49.09] So before you die let's see who can out-petty who

[00:51.32] With your corny lines ("Slim, you're old")—ow, Kelly—ooh

[00:53.59] But I'm 45 and I'm still outselling you

[00:55.88] By 29 I had three albums that had blew

[00:57.84] Now let's talk about somethin' I don't really do

[01:00.34] Go in someone's daughter's mouth stealin' food

[01:02.10] But you're a fuckin' mole hill

[01:03.34] Now I'ma make a mountain out of you, woo!

[01:05.09] Ho, chill, actin' like you put the chrome barrel to my bone marrow

[01:07.33] Gunner? Bitch, you ain't a bow and arrow

[01:09.85] Say you'll run up on me like a phone bill, sprayin' lead (brrt)

[01:11.84] Playin' dead, that's the only time you hold still (hold up)

[01:14.34] Are you eating cereal or oatmeal?

[01:16.59] What the fuck's in the bowl, milk? Wheaties or Cheerios?

[01:18.83] 'Cause I'm takin' a shit in 'em, Kelly, I need reading material

[01:21.34] …Dictionary…

[01:22.59] Yo, Slim, your last four albums sucked

[01:24.59] Go back to Recovery, oh shoot, that was three albums ago

[01:27.11] What do you know? Oops

[01:28.59] Know your facts before you come at me, lil' goof

[01:30.60] Luxury, oh, you broke, bitch? Yeah, I had enough money in '02

[01:33.60] To burn it in front of you, ho

[01:35.12] Younger me? No, you're the whack me, it's funny but so true

[01:37.59] I'd rather be 80-year-old me than 20-year-old you

[01:40.59] 'Til I'm hitting old age

[01:43.11] Still can fill a whole page with a ten-year-old's rage

[01:44.59] Got more fans than you in your own city, lil' kiddy, go play

[01:47.34] Feel like I'm babysitting Lil Tay

[01:50.09] Got the Diddy okay so you spent your whole day

[01:52.34] Shootin' a video just to fuckin' dig your own grave

[01:54.33] Got you at your own wake, I'm the billy goat

[01:56.59] You ain't never made a list next to no Biggie, no Jay

[01:59.09] Next to Taylor Swift and that Iggy ho, you about to really blow

[02:02.08] Kelly, they'll be putting your name

[02:03.84] Next to Ja, next to Benzino—die, motherfucker!

[02:05.84] Like the last motherfucker sayin' Hailie in vain

[02:08.10] Alien brain, you Satanist (yeah)

[02:10.09] My biggest flops are your greatest hits

[02:12.84] The game's mine again and ain't nothin' changed but the locks

[02:14.84] So before I slay this bitch I, mwah, give Jade a kiss

[02:17.58] Gotta wake up Labor Day to this (the fuck?)

[02:20.09] Bein' rich-shamed by some prick usin' my name for clickbait

[02:23.34] In a state of bliss 'cause I said his goddamn name

[02:25.84] Now I gotta cock back, aim

[02:27.10] Yeah, bitch, pop Champagne to this! (pop)

[02:28.83] It's your moment

[02:31.08] This is it, as big as you're gonna get, so enjoy it

[02:32.60] Had to give you a career to destroy it

[02:34.59] Lethal injection

[02:36.58] Go to sleep six feet deep, I'll give you a B for the effort

[02:38.09] But if I was three foot 11

[02:41.84] You'd look up to me, and for the record

[02:43.35] You would suck a dick to fuckin' be me for a second

[02:45.34] Lick a ballsack to get on my channel

[02:47.83] Give your life to be as solidified

[02:49.08] This mothafuckin' shit is like Rambo when he's out of bullets

[02:51.09] So what good is a fuckin' machine gun when it's out of ammo?

[02:53.85] Had enough of this tatted-up mumble rapper

[02:55.59] How the fuck can him and I battle?

[02:57.34] He'll have to fuck Kim in my flannel

[02:58.83] I'll give him my sandals

[03:00.09] 'Cause he knows long as I'm Shady, he's gon' have to live in my shadow

[03:04.08] Exhausting, letting off on my offspring

[03:04.58] Like a gun barrel, bitch, get off me!

[03:06.83] You dance around it like a sombrero, we can all see

[03:11.09] You're fuckin' salty

[03:11.34] 'Cause Young Gerald's balls-deep inside of Halsey

[03:13.09] Your red sweater, your black leather

[03:15.12] You dress better, I rap better

[03:17.60] That a death threat or a love letter?

[03:19.58] Little white toothpick

[03:20.84] Thinks it's over a pic, I just don't like you, prick

[03:23.09] Thanks for dissing me

[03:24.33] Now I had an excuse on the mic to write "Not Alike"

[03:26.59] But really, I don't care who's in the right

[03:28.33] But you're losin' the fight you picked

[03:29.84] Who else want it, Kells?

[03:32.84] Attempt fails, Budden, L's

[03:34.83] Fuckin' nails in these coffins as soft as Cottonelle

[03:38.09] Killshot, I will not fail, I'm with the Doc still

[03:40.84] But this idiot's boss pops pills and tells him he's got skills

[03:43.59] But, Kells, the day you put out a hit's the day Diddy admits

[03:46.08] That he put the hit out that got Pac killed, ah!

[03:49.09] I'm sick of you bein' whack

[03:51.09] And still usin' that mothafuckin' Auto-Tune

[03:52.09] So let's talk about it (let's talk about it)

[03:53.84] I'm sick of your mumble rap mouth

[03:55.09] Need to get the cock up out it

[03:56.33] Before we can even talk about it (talk about it)

[03:57.58] I'm sick of your blonde hair and earrings

[03:59.34] Just 'cause you look in the mirror and think

[04:01.09] That you're Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers)

[04:02.83] Don't mean you are, and you're not about it

[04:04.34] So just leave my dick in your mouth and keep my daughter out it