Killshot

[00:03.87] You sound like a bitch, bitch

[00:04.38] Shut the fuck up

[00:05.38] When your fans become your haters

[00:05.90] You done?

[00:00.00] Fuck, your beard's weird

[00:00.00] Alright

[00:00.00] You yellin' at the mic, you weird beard

[00:00.00] We doin' this once

[00:00.00] Your beard's weird, why you yellin' at the mic?

[00:00.00] Rihanna just hit me on a text

[00:00.00] Last night I left hickeys on her neck

[00:00.00] Wait, you just dissed me? I'm perplexed

[00:00.00] Insult me in a line, compliment me on the next, damn

[00:00.00] I'm really sorry you want me to have a heart attack

[00:00.00] Was watchin' 8 Mile on my NordicTrack

[00:00.00] Realized I forgot to call you back

[00:00.00] Here's that autograph for your daughter, I wrote it on a Starter cap

[00:00.00] Stan, Stan, son, listen, man, dad isn't mad

[00:00.00] But how you gonna name yourself after a damn gun and have a man bun?

[00:00.00] The giant's woke, eyes open, undeniable

[00:00.00] Supplyin' smoke, got the fire stoked

[00:00.00] Say you got me in a scope, but you grazed me

[00:00.00] I say one call to Interscope and you're Swayze

[00:00.00] Your reply got the crowd yelling, "Woo"

[00:00.00] So before you die let's see who can out-petty who

[00:00.00] With your corny lines (Slim you're old)

[00:00.00] Ow, Kelly, ooh, but I'm 45 and I'm still outselling you

[00:00.00] By 29 I had three albums that had blew

[00:00.00] Now let's talk about somethin' I don't really do

[00:00.00] Go in someone's daughter's mouth stealin' food

[00:00.00] But you're a fuckin' mole hill, now I'ma make a mountain out of you, woo!

[00:00.00] Ho, chill, actin' like you put the chrome barrel to my bone marrow

[00:00.00] Gunner? Bitch, you ain't a bow and arrow

[00:00.00] Say you'll run up on me like a phone bill, sprayin' lead

[00:00.00] Playin' dead, that's the only time you hold still

[00:00.00] Are you eating cereal, or oatmeal?

[00:00.00] What the fuck's in the bowl, milk? Wheaties or Cheerios?

[00:00.00] 'Cause I'm takin' a shit in 'em, Kelly, I need reading material

[00:00.00] Dictionary

[00:00.00] Yo Slim, your last four albums sucked

[00:00.00] Go back to Recovery, oh shoot, that was three albums ago

[00:00.00] What do you know? Oops, know your facts before you come at me, lil' goof

[00:00.00] Luxury, oh, you broke, bitch?

[00:00.00] Yeah, I had enough money in '02

[00:00.00] To burn it in front of you, ho

[00:00.00] Younger me? No, you the whack me

[00:00.00] It's funny, but so true

[00:00.00] I'd rather be 80 year old me than 20 year old you

[00:00.00] 'Til I'm hitting old age, still can fill a whole page with a 10 year old's rage

[00:00.00] Got more fans than you in your own city, lil' kiddy

[00:00.00] Go play, feel like I'm babysitting Lil Tay

[00:00.00] Got the Diddy okay so you spent your whole day

[00:00.00] Shootin' a video just to fuckin' dig your own grave

[00:00.00] Got you at your own wake, I'm the billy goat

[00:00.00] You ain't never made a list next to no Biggie, no Jay

[00:00.00] Next to Taylor Swift, and that Iggy ho, you about to really blow

[00:00.00] Kelly, they'll be putting your name

[00:00.00] Next to Ja, next to Benzino, die, motherfucker

[00:00.00] Like the last motherfucker sayin' Hailey in vain

[00:00.00] Alien brain, you Satanist (yeah)

[00:00.00] My biggest flops are your greatest hits

[00:00.00] The game's mine again and ain't nothin' changed but the locks

[00:00.00] So before I slay this bitch, mwah, give Jade a kiss

[00:00.00] Gotta wake up Labor Day to this (the fuck?)

[00:00.00] Bein' rich-shamed by some prick usin' my name for clickbait

[00:00.00] In a state of bliss 'cause I said his goddamn name

[00:00.00] Now I gotta cock back, aim, yeah, bitch, pop champagne to this

[00:00.00] It's your moment, this is it

[00:00.00] As big as you're gonna get, so enjoy it

[00:00.00] Had to give you a career to destroy it

[00:00.00] Lethal injection, go to sleep six feet deep

[00:00.00] I'll give you a B for the effort, but if I was three

[00:00.00] Foot 11, you'd look up to me, and for the record

[00:00.00] You would suck a dick to fuckin' be me for a second

[00:00.00] Lick a ballsack to get on my channel

[00:00.00] Give your life to be as solidified

[00:00.00] This mothafuckin' shit is like Rambo when he's out of bullets

[00:00.00] So what good is a fuckin' machine gun when it's out of ammo?

[00:00.00] Had enough of this tatted-up mumble rapper

[00:00.00] How the fuck can him and I battle?

[00:00.00] He'll have to fuck Kim in my flannel

[00:00.00] I'll give him my sandals

[00:00.00] 'Cause he knows long as I'm Shady, he's gon' have to live in my shadow

[00:00.00] Exhausting, letting off on my offspring

[00:00.00] Like a gun barrel, bitch, get off me

[00:00.00] You dance around it like a sombrero, we can all see

[00:00.00] You're fuckin' salty 'cause young Gerald's balls-deep inside of Halsey

[00:00.00] Your red sweater, your black leather

[00:00.00] You dress better, I rap better

[00:00.00] That a death threat or a love letter?

[00:00.00] Little white toothpick

[00:00.00] Thinks it's over a pic, I just don't like you, prick

[00:00.00] Thanks for dissing me

[00:00.00] Now I had an excuse on the mic to write, "Not Alike"

[00:00.00] But really, I don't care who's in the right

[00:00.00] But you're losin' the fight you picked

[00:00.00] Who else want it, Kells?

[00:00.00] Attempt fails, Budden, L's

[00:00.00] Fuckin' nails in these coffins as soft as Cottonelle

[00:00.00] Killshot, I will not fail, I'm with the Doc still

[00:00.00] But this idiot's boss pops pills and tells him he's got skills

[00:00.00] But Kells, the day you put out a hit's the day Diddy admits

[00:00.00] That he put the hit out that got Pac killed, ah

[00:00.00] I'm sick of you bein' whack

[00:00.00] And still usin' that mothafuckin' Auto-Tune, so let's talk about it (let's talk about it)

[00:00.00] I'm sick of your mumble rap mouth

[00:00.00] Need to get the cock up out it before we can even talk about it (talk about it)

[00:00.00] I'm sick of your blonde hair and earrings

[00:00.00] Just 'cause you look in the mirror and think you're Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers)

[00:00.00] Don't mean you are, and you're not about it

[00:00.00] So just leave my dick in your mouth, and keep my daughter out it

[00:00.00] You fuckin', oh

[00:00.00] And I'm just playin', Diddy, you know I love you