Eminem_-_Killshot_[Lyrics](256kbps)

[00:02.59] You sound like a bitch, bitch

[00:03.84] Shut the fuck up!

[00:05.09] When your fans become your haters

[00:06.59] You done?

[00:07.33] Fuck, your beard's weird

[00:08.10] Alright

[00:09.33] You yellin' at the mic, you weird beard

[00:10.59] We doin' this once

[00:11.84] You yellin' at the mic, your beard's weird

[00:12.84] Why you yellin' at the mic? (Illa)

[00:14.59] Rihanna just hit me on the text

[00:15.34] Last night I left hickeys on her neck

[00:17.33] Wait, you just dissed me? I'm perplexed

[00:19.09] Insult me in a line, compliment me on the next

[00:21.60] Damn, I'm really sorry you want me to have a heart attack

[00:23.59] Was watchin' 8 Mile on my NordicTrack

[00:26.33] Realized I forgot to call you back

[00:28.09] Here's that autograph for your daughter, I wrote it on a Starter cap

[00:31.09] Stan, Stan, son, listen, man, Dad isn't mad

[00:34.84] But how you gonna name yourself after a damn gun

[00:38.34] And have a man-bun?

[00:40.09] The giant's woke, eyes open, undeniable

[00:42.84] Supplyin' smoke, got the fire stoked

[00:44.34] Say you got me in a scope, but you grazed me

[00:46.59] I say one call to Interscope and you're Swayze

[00:49.08] Your reply got the crowd yelling, "Woo!"

[00:51.09] So before you die let's see who can out-petty who

[00:53.32] With your corny lines ("Slim, you're old")—ow, Kelly—ooh

[00:55.59] But I'm 45 and I'm still outselling you

[00:57.88] By 29 I had three albums that had blew

[00:59.84] Now let's talk about somethin' I don't really do

[01:02.34] Go in someone's daughter's mouth stealin' food

[01:04.10] But you're a fuckin' mole hill

[01:05.34] Now I'ma make a mountain out of you, woo!

[01:07.09] Ho, chill, actin' like you put the chrome barrel to my bone marrow

[01:09.33] Gunner? Bitch, you ain't a bow and arrow

[01:11.85] Say you'll run up on me like a phone bill, sprayin' lead (brrt)

[01:13.84] Playin' dead, that's the only time you hold still (hold up)

[01:16.34] Are you eating cereal or oatmeal?

[01:18.59] What the fuck's in the bowl, milk? Wheaties or Cheerios?

[01:20.83] 'Cause I'm takin' a shit in 'em, Kelly, I need reading material

[01:23.34] …Dictionary…

[01:24.59] Yo, Slim, your last four albums sucked

[01:26.59] Go back to Recovery, oh shoot, that was three albums ago

[01:29.11] What do you know? Oops

[01:30.59] Know your facts before you come at me, lil' goof

[01:32.60] Luxury, oh, you broke, bitch? Yeah, I had enough money in '02

[01:35.60] To burn it in front of you, ho

[01:37.12] Younger me? No, you're the whack me, it's funny but so true

[01:39.59] I'd rather be 80-year-old me than 20-year-old you

[01:42.59] 'Til I'm hitting old age

[01:45.11] Still can fill a whole page with a ten-year-old's rage

[01:46.59] Got more fans than you in your own city, lil' kiddy, go play

[01:49.34] Feel like I'm babysitting Lil Tay

[01:52.09] Got the Diddy okay so you spent your whole day

[01:54.34] Shootin' a video just to fuckin' dig your own grave

[01:56.33] Got you at your own wake, I'm the billy goat

[01:58.59] You ain't never made a list next to no Biggie, no Jay

[02:01.09] Next to Taylor Swift and that Iggy ho, you about to really blow

[02:04.08] Kelly, they'll be putting your name

[02:05.84] Next to Ja, next to Benzino—die, motherfucker!

[02:07.84] Like the last motherfucker sayin' Hailie in vain

[02:10.10] Alien brain, you Satanist (yeah)

[02:12.09] My biggest flops are your greatest hits

[02:14.84] The game's mine again and ain't nothin' changed but the locks

[02:16.84] So before I slay this bitch I, mwah, give Jade a kiss

[02:19.58] Gotta wake up Labor Day to this (the fuck?)

[02:22.09] Bein' rich-shamed by some prick usin' my name for clickbait

[02:25.34] In a state of bliss 'cause I said his goddamn name

[02:27.84] Now I gotta cock back, aim

[02:29.10] Yeah, bitch, pop Champagne to this! (pop)

[02:30.83] It's your moment

[02:33.08] This is it, as big as you're gonna get, so enjoy it

[02:34.60] Had to give you a career to destroy it

[02:36.59] Lethal injection

[02:38.58] Go to sleep six feet deep, I'll give you a B for the effort

[02:40.09] But if I was three foot 11

[02:43.84] You'd look up to me, and for the record

[02:45.35] You would suck a dick to fuckin' be me for a second

[02:47.34] Lick a ballsack to get on my channel

[02:49.83] Give your life to be as solidified

[02:51.08] This mothafuckin' shit is like Rambo when he's out of bullets

[02:53.09] So what good is a fuckin' machine gun when it's out of ammo?

[02:55.85] Had enough of this tatted-up mumble rapper

[02:57.59] How the fuck can him and I battle?

[02:59.34] He'll have to fuck Kim in my flannel

[03:00.83] I'll give him my sandals

[03:02.09] 'Cause he knows long as I'm Shady, he's gon' have to live in my shadow

[03:06.08] Exhausting, letting off on my offspring

[03:06.58] Like a gun barrel, bitch, get off me!

[03:08.83] You dance around it like a sombrero, we can all see

[03:13.09] You're fuckin' salty

[03:13.34] 'Cause Young Gerald's balls-deep inside of Halsey

[03:15.09] Your red sweater, your black leather

[03:17.12] You dress better, I rap better

[03:19.60] That a death threat or a love letter?

[03:21.58] Little white toothpick

[03:22.84] Thinks it's over a pic, I just don't like you, prick

[03:25.09] Thanks for dissing me

[03:26.33] Now I had an excuse on the mic to write "Not Alike"

[03:28.59] But really, I don't care who's in the right

[03:30.33] But you're losin' the fight you picked

[03:31.84] Who else want it, Kells?

[03:34.84] Attempt fails, Budden, L's

[03:36.83] Fuckin' nails in these coffins as soft as Cottonelle

[03:40.09] Killshot, I will not fail, I'm with the Doc still

[03:42.84] But this idiot's boss pops pills and tells him he's got skills

[03:45.59] But, Kells, the day you put out a hit's the day Diddy admits

[03:48.08] That he put the hit out that got Pac killed, ah!

[03:51.09] I'm sick of you bein' whack

[03:53.09] And still usin' that mothafuckin' Auto-Tune

[03:54.09] So let's talk about it (let's talk about it)

[03:55.84] I'm sick of your mumble rap mouth

[03:57.09] Need to get the cock up out it

[03:58.33] Before we can even talk about it (talk about it)

[03:59.58] I'm sick of your blonde hair and earrings

[04:01.34] Just 'cause you look in the mirror and think

[04:03.09] That you're Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers)

[04:04.83] Don't mean you are, and you're not about it

[04:06.34] So just leave my dick in your mouth and keep my daughter out it