KILLSHOT

[00:01.64] Shut the fuck up

[00:02.65] When your fans become your haters

[00:04.13] You done?

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

[00:05.63] Alright

[00:06.66] You yellin' at the mic, you weird beard

[00:07.63] We doin' this once

[00:09.14] Your beard's weird, why you yellin' at the mic?

[00:10.38] Rihanna just hit me on a text

[00:12.37] Last night I left hickeys on her neck

[00:14.87] Wait, you just dissed me? I'm perplexed

[00:16.65] Insult me in a line, compliment me on the next, damn

[00:19.38] I'm really sorry you want me to have a heart attack

[00:21.61] Was watchin' 8 Mile on my NordicTrack

[00:23.84] Realized I forgot to call you back

[00:25.59] Here's that autograph for your daughter, I wrote it on a Starter cap

[00:28.34] Stan, Stan, son, listen, man, dad isn't mad

[00:32.84] But how you gonna name yourself after a damn gun and have a man bun?

[00:37.85] The giant's woke, eyes open, undeniable

[00:40.08] Supplyin' smoke, got the fire stoked

[00:42.08] Say you got me in a scope, but you grazed me

[00:44.33] I say one call to Interscope and you're Swayze

[00:46.59] Your reply got the crowd yelling, "Woo"

[00:48.32] So before you die let's see who can out-petty who

[00:50.57] With your corny lines (Slim you're old)

[00:52.32] Ow, Kelly, ooh, but I'm 45 and I'm still outselling you

[00:55.33] By 29 I had three albums that had blew

[00:57.31] Now let's talk about somethin' I don't really do

[00:59.56] Go in someone's daughter's mouth stealin' food

[01:01.31] But you're a fuckin' mole hill, now I'ma make a mountain out of you, woo!

[01:04.55] Ho, chill, actin' like you put the chrome barrel to my bone marrow

[01:07.80] Gunner? Bitch, you ain't a bow and arrow

[01:09.32] Say you'll run up on me like a phone bill, sprayin' lead

[01:11.05] Playin' dead, that's the only time you hold still

[01:13.80] Are you eating cereal, or oatmeal?

[01:16.05] What the fuck's in the bowl, milk? Wheaties or Cheerios?

[01:18.54] 'Cause I'm takin' a shit in 'em, Kelly, I need reading material

[01:21.04] Dictionary

[01:22.04] Yo Slim, your last four albums sucked

[01:24.29] Go back to Recovery, oh shoot, that was three albums ago

[01:27.05] What do you know? Oops, know your facts before you come at me, lil' goof

[01:30.04] Luxury, oh, you broke, bitch?

[01:32.04] Yeah, I had enough money in '02

[01:33.79] To burn it in front of you, ho

[01:35.04] Younger me? No, you the whack me

[01:36.29] It's funny, but so true

[01:37.53] I'd rather be 80 year old me than 20 year old you

[01:40.54] 'Til I'm hitting old age, still can fill a whole page with a 10 year old's rage

[01:44.78] Got more fans than you in your own city, lil' kiddy

[01:47.30] Go play, feel like I'm babysitting Lil Tay

[01:49.53] Got the Diddy okay so you spent your whole day

[01:51.77] Shootin' a video just to fuckin' dig your own grave

[01:54.03] Got you at your own wake, I'm the billy goat

[01:56.27] You ain't never made a list next to no Biggie, no Jay

[01:58.77] Next to Taylor Swift, and that Iggy ho, you about to really blow

[02:01.78] Kelly, they'll be putting your name

[02:03.02] Next to Ja, next to Benzino, die, motherfucker

[02:05.27] Like the last motherfucker sayin' Hailey in vain

[02:07.27] Alien brain, you Satanist (yeah)

[02:09.52] My biggest flops are your greatest hits

[02:11.76] The game's mine again and ain't nothin' changed but the locks

[02:14.51] So before I slay this bitch, mwah, give Jade a kiss

[02:17.01] Gotta wake up Labor Day to this (the fuck?)

[02:20.01] Bein' rich-shamed by some prick usin' my name for clickbait

[02:23.01] In a state of bliss 'cause I said his goddamn name

[02:25.25] Now I gotta cock back, aim, yeah, bitch, pop champagne to this

[02:28.00] It's your moment, this is it

[02:31.25] As big as you're gonna get, so enjoy it

[02:33.27] Had to give you a career to destroy it

[02:34.99] Lethal injection, go to sleep six feet deep

[02:36.99] I'll give you a B for the effort, but if I was three

[02:39.76] Foot 11, you'd look up to me, and for the record

[02:41.74] You would suck a dick to fuckin' be me for a second

[02:44.00] Lick a ballsack to get on my channel

[02:46.23] Give your life to be this solidified

[02:47.98] This mothafuckin' shit is like Rambo when he's out of bullets

[02:50.48] So what good is a fuckin' machine gun when it's out of ammo?

[02:53.49] Had enough of this tatted-up mumble rapper

[02:55.48] How the fuck can him and I battle?

[02:56.73] He'll have to fuck Kim in my flannel

[02:57.98] I'll give him my sandals

[02:59.48] 'Cause he knows long as I'm Shady, he's gon' have to live in my shadow

[03:02.46] Exhausting, letting off on my offspring

[03:04.46] Like a gun barrel, bitch, get off me

[03:06.21] You dance around it like a sombrero, we can all see

[03:08.45] You're fuckin' salty 'cause young Gerald's balls-deep inside of Halsey

[03:11.46] Your red sweater, your black leather

[03:15.45] You dress better, I rap better

[03:16.95] That a death threat or a love letter?

[03:19.21] Little white toothpick

[03:20.45] Thinks it's over a pic, I just don't like you, prick

[03:22.46] Thanks for dissing me

[03:23.21] Now I had an excuse on the mic to write, "Not Alike"

[03:25.45] But really, I don't care who's in the right

[03:27.94] But you're losin' the fight you picked

[03:29.69] Who else want it, Kells?

[03:32.19] Attempt fails, Budden, L's

[03:34.69] Fuckin' nails in these coffins as soft as Cottonelle

[03:38.93] Killshot, I will not fail, I'm with the Doc still

[03:40.18] But this idiot's boss pops pills and tells him he's got skills

[03:42.93] But Kells, the day you put out a hit's the day Diddy admits

[03:45.43] That he put the hit out that got Pac killed, ah

[03:48.44] I'm sick of you bein' whack

[03:49.93] And still usin' that mothafuckin' Auto-Tune, so let's talk about it (let's talk about it)

[03:52.93] I'm sick of your mumble rap mouth

[03:54.44] Need to get the cock up out it before we can even talk about it (talk about it)

[03:57.42] I'm sick of your blonde hair and earrings

[03:59.18] Just 'cause you look in the mirror and think you're Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers)

[04:02.16] Don't mean you are, and you're not about it

[04:03.91] So just leave my dick in your mouth, and keep my daughter out it

[04:07.66] You fuckin', oh

[04:08.67] And I'm just playin', Diddy, you know I love you