Killshot

[00:01.09] Shut the fuck up

[00:02.59] When your fans become your haters

[00:03.61] You done?

[00:04.84] Fuck, your beard's weird

[00:05.59] Alright

[00:06.35] You yellin' at the mic, you weird beard

[00:07.34] We doin' this once

[00:08.60] Your beard's weird, why you yellin' at the mic?

[00:09.35] Rihanna just hit me on a text

[00:12.60] Last night I left hickeys on her neck

[00:14.84] Wait, you just dissed me? I'm perplexed

[00:17.11] Insult me in a line, compliment me on the next, damn

[00:19.09] I'm really sorry you want me to have a heart attack

[00:22.10] Was watchin' 8 Mile on my NordicTrack

[00:24.10] Realized I forgot to call you back

[00:25.84] Here's that autograph for your daughter, I wrote it on a Starter cap

[00:28.59] Stan, Stan, son, listen, man, dad isn't mad

[00:33.09] But how you gonna name yourself after a damn gun and have a man bun?

[00:38.35] The giant's woke, eyes open, undeniable

[00:40.59] Supplyin' smoke, got the fire stoked

[00:42.34] Say you got me in a scope, but you grazed me

[00:44.34] I say one call to Interscope and you're Swayze

[00:46.60] Your reply got the crowd yelling, "Woo"

[00:48.84] So before you die let's see who can out-petty who

[00:51.34] With your corny lines (Slim you're old)

[00:52.60] Ow, Kelly, ooh, but I'm 45 and I'm still outselling you

[00:54.35] By 29 I had three albums that had blew

[00:57.85] Now let's talk about somethin' I don't really do

[01:00.09] Go in someone's daughter's mouth stealin' food

[01:01.84] But you're a fuckin' mole hill, now I'ma make a mountain out of you, woo!

[01:04.87] Ho, chill, actin' like you put the chrome barrel to my bone marrow

[01:07.59] Gunner? Bitch, you ain't a bow and arrow

[01:09.91] Say you'll run up on me like a phone bill, sprayin' lead

[01:11.08] Playin' dead, that's the only time you hold still

[01:13.84] Are you eating cereal, or oatmeal?

[01:16.60] What the fuck's in the bowl, milk? Wheaties or Cheerios?

[01:18.86] 'Cause I'm takin' a shit in 'em, Kelly, I need reading material

[01:21.58] Dictionary

[01:22.59] Yo Slim, your last four albums sucked

[01:24.84] Go back to Recovery, oh shoot, that was three albums ago

[01:27.10] What do you know? Oops, know your facts before you come at me, lil' goof

[01:30.61] Luxury, oh, you broke, bitch?

[01:32.59] Yeah, I had enough money in '02

[01:34.10] To burn it in front of you, ho

[01:35.60] Younger me? No, you the whack me

[01:36.59] It's funny, but so true

[01:37.84] I'd rather be 80 year old me than 20 year old you

[01:41.09] 'Til I'm hitting old age, still can fill a whole page with a 10 year old's rage

[01:45.08] Got more fans than you in your own city, lil' kiddy

[01:47.59] Go play, feel like I'm babysitting Lil Tay

[01:50.11] Got the Diddy okay so you spent your whole day

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

[01:54.34] Got you at your own wake, I'm the billy goat

[01:56.34] You ain't never made a list next to no Biggie, no Jay

[01:58.84] Next to Taylor Swift, and that Iggy ho, you about to really blow

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

[02:03.62] Next to Ja, next to Benzino, die, motherfucker

[02:05.34] Like the last motherfucker sayin' Hailey in vain

[02:08.35] Alien brain, you Satanist (yeah)

[02:09.85] My biggest flops are your greatest hits

[02:12.61] The game's mine again and ain't nothin' changed but the locks

[02:14.60] So before I slay this bitch, mwah, give Jade a kiss

[02:16.85] Gotta wake up Labor Day to this (the fuck?)

[02:20.09] Bein' rich-shamed by some prick usin' my name for clickbait

[02:23.35] In a state of bliss 'cause I said his goddamn name

[02:25.58] Now I gotta cock back, aim, yeah, bitch, pop champagne to this

[02:27.84] It's your moment, this is it

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

[02:33.34] Had to give you a career to destroy it

[02:35.60] Lethal injection, go to sleep six feet deep

[02:37.59] I'll give you a B for the effort, but if I was three

[02:39.84] Foot 11, you'd look up to me, and for the record

[02:42.09] You would suck a dick to fuckin' be me for a second

[02:44.34] Lick a ballsack to get on my channel

[02:46.63] Give your life to be this solidified

[02:48.09] This mothafuckin' shit is like Rambo when he's out of bullets

[02:50.84] So what good is a fuckin' machine gun when it's out of ammo?

[02:53.34] Had enough of this tatted-up mumble rapper

[02:55.35] How the fuck can him and I battle?

[02:56.84] He'll have to fuck Kim in my flannel

[02:58.35] I'll give him my sandals

[02:59.84] 'Cause he knows long as I'm Shady, he's gon' have to live in my shadow

[03:02.59] Exhausting, letting off on my offspring

[03:04.86] Like a gun barrel, bitch, get off me

[03:06.85] You dance around it like a sombrero, we can all see

[03:08.83] You're fuckin' salty 'cause young Gerald's balls-deep inside of Halsey

[03:11.36] Your red sweater, your black leather

[03:14.87] You dress better, I rap better

[03:17.10] That a death threat or a love letter?

[03:19.09] Little white toothpick

[03:20.59] Thinks it's over a pic, I just don't like you, prick

[03:22.59] Thanks for dissing me

[03:23.59] Now I had an excuse on the mic to write, "Not Alike"

[03:26.59] But really, I don't care who's in the right

[03:27.86] But you're losin' the fight you picked

[03:29.84] Who else want it, Kells?

[03:32.60] Attempt fails, Budden, L's

[03:34.85] Fuckin' nails in these coffins as soft as Cottonelle

[03:38.84] Killshot, I will not fail, I'm with the Doc still

[03:40.84] But this idiot's boss pops pills and tells him he's got skills

[03:43.34] But Kells, the day you put out a hit's the day Diddy admits

[03:45.58] That he put the hit out that got Pac killed, ah

[03:48.08] I'm sick of you bein' whack

[03:50.84] And still usin' that mothafuckin' Auto-Tune, so let's talk about it (let's talk about it)

[03:53.09] I'm sick of your mumble rap mouth

[03:54.84] Need to get the cock up out it before we can even talk about it (talk about it)

[03:57.09] I'm sick of your blonde hair and earrings

[03:59.35] Just 'cause you look in the mirror and think you're Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers)

[04:01.59] Don't mean you are, and you're not about it

[04:04.11] So just leave my dick in your mouth, and keep my daughter out it

[04:06.59] You fuckin', oh

[04:07.84] And I'm just playin', Diddy, you know I love you