KILLSHOT _Official Audio_ ( 256kbps cbr )

[00:00.34] You sound like a bitch, bitch

[00:01.18] Shut the fuck up!

[00:02.38] When your fans become your haters

[00:03.66] You done?

[00:04.88] Fuck, your beard's weird

[00:05.91] Alright

[00:06.84] You yellin' at the mic, you weird beard

[00:08.10] We doin' this once

[00:08.60] You yellin' at the mic, your beard's weird

[00:09.38] Why you yellin' at the mic? (Illa)

[00:10.84] Rihanna just hit me on the text

[00:13.09] Last night I left hickeys on her neck

[00:15.41] Wait, you just dissed me? I'm perplexed

[00:17.16] Insult me in a line, compliment me on the next

[00:19.11] Damn, I'm really sorry you want me to have a heart attack

[00:21.84] Was watchin' 8 Mile on my NordicTrack

[00:24.37] Realized I forgot to call you back

[00:26.12] Here's that autograph for your daughter, I wrote it on a Starter cap

[00:28.71] Stan, Stan, son, listen, man, Dad isn't mad

[00:32.91] But how you gonna name yourself after a damn gun

[00:36.09] And have a man-bun?

[00:38.60] The giant's woke, eyes open, undeniable

[00:40.42] Supplyin' smoke, got the fire stoked

[00:41.95] Say you got me in a scope, but you grazed me

[00:43.62] I say one call to Interscope and you're Swayze

[00:47.39] Your reply got the crowd yelling, "Woo!"

[00:48.88] So before you die let's see who can out-petty who

[00:51.23] With your corny lines ("Slim, you're old") -ow, Kelly-ooh

[00:53.41] But I'm 45 and I'm still outselling you

[00:55.34] By 29 I had three albums that had blew

[00:57.62] Now let's talk about somethin' I don't really do

[00:59.84] Go in someone's daughter's mouth stealin' food

[01:02.12] But you're a fuckin' mole hill

[01:03.21] Now I'ma make a mountain out of you, woo!

[01:04.84] Ho, chill, actin' like you put the chrome barrel to my bone marrow

[01:08.18] Gunner? Bitch, you ain't a bow and arrow

[01:09.63] Say you'll run up on me like a phone bill, sprayin' lead (brrt)

[01:11.09] Playin' dead, that's the only time you hold still (hold up)

[01:14.64] Are you eating cereal or oatmeal?

[01:16.39] What the fuck's in the bowl, milk? Wheaties or Cheerios?

[01:18.84] 'Cause I'm takin' a shit in 'em, Kelly, I need reading material

[01:21.60] ... Dictionary...

[01:22.42] Yo, Slim, your last four albums sucked

[01:24.86] Go back to Recovery, oh shoot, that was three albums ago

[01:26.34] What do you know? Oops

[01:29.70] Know your facts before you come at me, lil' goof

[01:31.19] Luxury, oh, you broke, bitch? Yeah, I had enough money in '02

[01:34.12] To burn it in front of you, ho

[01:35.34] Younger me? No, you're the wack me, it's funny but so true

[01:37.34] I'd rather be 80-year-old me than 20-year-old you

[01:41.09] 'Til I'm hitting old age

[01:43.38] Still can fill a whole page with a ten-year-old's rage

[01:45.62] Got more fans than you in your own city, lil' kiddy, go play

[01:47.90] Feel like I'm babysitting Lil Tay

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

[01:52.11] Shootin' a video just to fuckin' dig your own grave

[01:54.45] Got you at your own wake, I'm the billy goat

[01:56.65] You ain't never made a list next to no Biggie, no Jay

[01:59.13] Next to Taylor Swift and that Iggy ho, you about to really blow

[02:02.09] Kelly, they'll be putting your name

[02:03.67] Next to Ja, next to Benzino-die, motherfucker!

[02:05.59] Like the last motherfucker sayin' Hailie in vain

[02:08.16] Alien brain, you Satanist (yeah)

[02:08.90] My biggest flops are your greatest hits

[02:12.82] The game's mine again and ain't nothin' changed but the locks

[02:15.19] So before I slay this bitch I, mwah, give Jade a kiss

[02:17.41] Gotta wake up Labor Day to this (the fuck?)

[02:20.41] Bein' rich-shamed by some prick usin' my name for clickbait

[02:23.89] In a state of bliss 'cause I said his goddamn name

[02:28.10] Now I gotta cock back, aim

[02:29.19] Yeah, bitch, pop Champagne to this! (pop)

[02:30.65] It's your moment

[02:31.59] This is it, as big as you're gonna get, so enjoy it

[02:34.74] Had to give you a career to destroy it

[02:35.74] Lethal injection

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

[02:38.51] But if I was three foot 11

[02:39.30] You'd look up to me, and for the record

[02:40.32] You would suck a dick to fuckin' be me for a second

[02:44.27] Lick a ballsack to get on my channel

[02:46.81] Give your life to be as solidified

[02:48.99] This mothafuckin' shit is like Rambo when he's out of bullets

[02:50.25] So what good is a fuckin' machine gun when it's out of ammo?

[02:53.47] Had enough of this tatted-up mumble rapper

[02:55.97] How the fuck can him and I battle?

[02:57.99] He'll have to fuck Kim in my flannel

[02:58.79] I'll give him my sandals

[02:59.79] 'Cause he knows long as I'm Shady, he's gon' have to live in my shadow

[03:02.72] Exhausting, letting off on my offspring

[03:05.04] Like a gun barrel, bitch, get off me!

[03:06.75] You dance around it like a sombrero, we can all see

[03:08.47] You're fuckin' salty

[03:09.72] 'Cause Young Gerald's balls-deep inside of Halsey

[03:11.72] Your red sweater, your black leather

[03:14.77] You dress better, I rap better

[03:17.25] That a death threat or a love letter?

[03:19.47] Little white toothpick

[03:20.97] Thinks it's over a pic, I just don't like you, prick

[03:22.72] Thanks for dissing me

[03:24.47] Now I had an excuse on the mic to write "Not Alike"

[03:26.51] But really, I don't care who's in the right

[03:28.29] But you're losin' the fight you picked

[03:30.22] Who else want it, Kells?

[03:33.29] Attempt fails, Budden, L's

[03:34.77] Fuckin' nails in these coffins as soft as Cottonelle

[03:38.52] Killshot, I will not fail, I'm with the Doc still

[03:40.83] But this idiot's boss pops pills and tells him he's got skills

[03:43.46] But, Kells, the day you put out a hit's the day Diddy admits

[03:45.96] That he put the hit out that got Pac killed, ah!

[03:49.06] I'm sick of you bein' whack

[03:50.21] And still usin' that mothafuckin' Auto-Tune

[03:51.96] So let's talk about it (let's talk about it)

[03:54.04] I'm sick of your mumble rap mouth

[03:54.76] Need to get the cock up out it

[03:55.96] Before we can even talk about it (talk about it)

[03:57.22] I'm sick of your blonde hair and earrings

[03:59.55] Just 'cause you look in the mirror and think

[04:01.30] That you're Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers)

[04:02.51] Don't mean you are, and you're not about it

[04:04.28] So just leave my dick in your mouth and keep my daughter out it

[04:06.96] You fuckin'... oh

[04:08.29] And I'm just playin', Diddy

[04:10.46] You know I love you