Killshot

[00:01.15] You sound like a bitch, bitch

[00:03.13] Shut the fuck up

[00:03.88] When your fans become your haters

[00:05.13] You done?

[00:05.64] Fuckin' beard's weird

[00:06.66] Alright

[00:07.15] You yellin' at the mic, fuckin' weird beard

[00:08.13] We doin' this once

[00:09.38] You yellin' at the mic, your beard's weird

[00:11.63] Why you yell at the mic? (Illa)

[00:12.88] Rihanna just hit me on a text

[00:13.64] Last night I left hickeys on her neck

[00:15.13] Wait, you just dissed me? I'm perplexed

[00:17.40] Insult me in a line, compliment me on the next

[00:19.63] Damn, I'm really sorry you want me to have a heart attack

[00:22.39] Was watchin' 8 Mile on my NordicTrack

[00:24.63] Realized I forgot to call you back

[00:26.64] Here's that autograph for your daughter, I wrote it on a Starter cap

[00:28.89] Stan, Stan, son

[00:31.62] Listen, man, Dad isn't mad

[00:33.88] But how you gonna name yourself after a damn gun

[00:36.88] And have a man-bun?

[00:38.91] The giant's woke, eyes open, undeniable

[00:40.64] Supplyin' smoke, got the fire stoked

[00:42.63] Say you got me in a scope, but you grazed me

[00:45.14] I say one call to Interscope and you're Swayze

[00:47.38] Your reply got the crowd yelling, "Woo!"

[00:49.39] So before you die let's see who can out-petty who

[00:51.38] With your corny lines ("Slim, you're old")—ow, Kelly, ooh

[00:53.13] But I'm 45 and I'm still outselling you

[00:56.13] By 29, I had three albums that had blew

[00:58.38] Now let's talk about somethin' I don't really do

[01:00.64] Go in someone's daughter's mouth stealin' food

[01:02.14] But you're a fuckin' mole hill

[01:03.64] Now I'ma make a mountain out of you, woo!

[01:05.88] Ho, chill, actin' like you put the chrome barrel to my bone marrow

[01:08.38] Gunner? Bitch, you ain't a bow and arrow

[01:10.13] Say you'll run up on me like a phone bill, sprayin' lead (brrt)

[01:11.64] Playin' dead, that's the only time you hold still (hold up)

[01:14.13] Are you eating cereal or oatmeal?

[01:17.13] What the fuck's in the bowl, milk? Wheaties or Cheerios?

[01:19.13] 'Cause I'm takin' a shit in 'em, Kelly, I need reading material

[01:21.37] …Dictionary…

[01:23.14] "Yo, Slim, your last four albums sucked

[01:24.89] Go back to Recovery," oh shoot, that was three albums ago

[01:27.37] What do you know? Oops

[01:29.14] Know your facts before you come at me, lil' goof

[01:31.39] Luxury, oh, you broke, bitch? Yeah, I had enough money in '02

[01:32.87] To burn it in front of you, ho

[01:35.62] Younger me? No, you the wack me, it's funny but so true

[01:38.37] I'd rather be 80-year-old me than 20-year-old you

[01:41.39] 'Til I'm hitting old age

[01:43.87] Still can fill a whole page with a 10-year-old's rage

[01:46.13] Got more fans than you in your own city, lil' kiddy, go play

[01:48.38] Feel like I'm babysitting Lil Tay

[01:50.63] Got the Diddy okay so you spent your whole day

[01:52.87] Shootin' a video just to fuckin' dig your own grave

[01:55.11] Got you at your own wake, I'm the billy goat

[01:57.38] You ain't never made a list next to no Biggie, no Jay

[01:59.61] Next to Taylor Swift and that Iggy ho, you about to really blow

[02:02.88] Kelly, they'll be putting your name

[02:04.13] Next to Ja, next to Benzino—die, motherfucker!

[02:06.38] Like the last motherfucker sayin' Hailie in vain

[02:08.63] Alien brain, you Satanist (yeah)

[02:10.37] My biggest flops are your greatest hits

[02:13.13] The game's mine again and ain't nothin' changed but the locks

[02:15.12] So before I slay this bitch I, mwah, give Jade a kiss

[02:17.87] Gotta wake up Labor Day to this (the fuck?)

[02:20.62] 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

[02:26.62] Now I gotta cock back, aim

[02:27.86] Yeah, bitch, pop Champagne to this! (pop)

[02:29.13] It's your moment

[02:31.37] This is it, as big as you're gonna get, so enjoy it

[02:33.64] Had to give you a career to destroy it

[02:36.13] Lethal injection

[02:38.13] Go to sleep six feet deep, I'll give you a B for the effort

[02:38.87] But if I was three-foot-eleven

[02:42.62] You'd look up to me, and for the record

[02:43.36] You would suck a dick to fuckin' be me for a second

[02:44.88] Lick a ballsack to get on my channel

[02:46.88] Give your life to be as solidified

[02:49.36] This mothafuckin' shit is like Rambo when he's out of bullets

[02:51.62] So what good is a fuckin' machine gun when it's out of ammo?

[02:54.37] Had enough of this tatted-up mumble rapper

[02:56.37] How the fuck can him and I battle?

[02:57.88] He'll have to fuck Kim in my flannel

[02:59.37] I'll give him my sandals

[03:00.61] 'Cause he knows, long as I'm Shady he's gon' have to live in my shadow

[03:03.13] Exhausting, letting off on my offspring

[03:05.37] Lick a gun barrel, bitch, get off me!

[03:07.12] You dance around it like a sombrero, we can all see

[03:08.62] You're fuckin' salty

[03:10.12] 'Cause Young Gerald's balls-deep inside of Halsey

[03:12.63] Your red sweater, your black leather

[03:15.62] You dress better, I rap better

[03:16.61] That a death threat or a love letter?

[03:18.88] Little white toothpick

[03:21.12] Thinks it's over a pic, I just don't like you, prick

[03:23.62] Thanks for dissing me

[03:26.87] Now I had an excuse on the mic to write "Not Alike"

[03:28.11] But really I don't care who's in the right

[03:28.63] But you're losin' the fight you picked

[03:30.37] Who else want it? Kells—attempt fails! Budden—L's!

[03:34.12] Fuckin' nails in these coffins as soft as Cottonelle

[03:39.38] Killshot, I will not fail, I'm with the Doc still

[03:41.62] But this idiot's boss pops pills and tells him he's got skills

[03:44.11] But, Kells, the day you put out a hit's the day Diddy admits

[03:46.13] That he put the hit out that got Pac killed, ah!

[03:49.62] I'm sick of you bein' wack

[03:50.62] And still usin' that mothafuckin' Auto-Tune

[03:53.12] So let's talk about it (let's talk about it)

[03:54.11] I'm sick of your mumble rap mouth

[03:55.11] Need to get the cock up out it

[03:56.87] Before we can even talk about it (talk about it)

[03:58.12] I'm sick of your blonde hair and earrings

[04:00.11] Just 'cause you look in the mirror and think

[04:02.15] That you're Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers)

[04:03.12] Don't mean you are, and you're not about it

[04:04.38] So just leave my dick in your mouth and keep my daughter out it

[04:07.37] You fuckin'—oh

[04:09.87] And I'm just playin', Diddy

[04:10.87] You know I love you