Eminem dropt de Machine Gun Kelly Diss-Track - KILLSHOT

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Intro] You sound like a bitch, bitch

Shut the fuck up Your fans become your haters

You done? Fuck, your beard's weird

Alright You yellin' at the mic, you weird beard

We doin' this once Your beard's weird, why you yellin' at the mic?

[Verse 1] Rihanna just hit me on the text

Last night I left hickeys on her neck Wait, you just dissed me on "Perplexed"

Insult me in line, compliment me on the next, damn

I'm really sorry you want me to have a heart attack

Was watchin' 8 Mile on my Nordic Track Realized I forgot to call you back

Here's that autograph for your daughter, I wrote it on a Starter cap Stan, Stan, son, listen, man, dad isn't mad

But how you gonna name yourself after a damn gun and have a man bun? The giant's woke, eyes open, undeniable

Supplyin' smoke, got the firest dope Say you got me in a scope, but you grazed me

I say one call to Interscope and you're Swayze Your reply got the crowd yelling, "Woo"

So before you die let's see who can out-petty who With your corny rhymes (Slim you're old)

Ow, Kelly, ooh, but I'm 45 and I'm still outselling you By 29 I had three albums that had blew

Now let's talk about somethin' I don't really do Go in someone's daughter's mouth stealin' food

But you're a fuckin' mole hill, now I'ma make a mountain out of you, woo!

Ho, chill, actin' like you put the chrome barrel to my bone marrow

Gun, I bet you ain't a bow and arrow

Say you'll run up on me like a phone bill, sprayin' lead

Playin' dead, that's the only time you hold still Are you eating cereal... or oatmeal?

What the fuck's in the bowl, milk? Wheaties or Cheerios?

'Cause I'm takin' a shit in 'em, Kelly, I need reading material

...Dictionary... Yo Slim, your last four albums sucked

Go back to Recovery, oh shoot, that was three albums ago

What do you know? Oops, know your facts before you come at me, lil' goof

Luxury, oh, you broke, bitch? Yeah, I had enough money in '02

To burn it in front of you, ho Younger me? No, you're the whack me

It's funny, but so true I'd rather be 80 year old me than 20 year old you

'Til I'm getting old-aged still can fill a whole page with a 10 year old's rage

Got more fans than you in your own city, lil' kiddy

Go play, feel like I'm babysitting Lil Tay Got the Diddy okay so you spent your whole day

Shootin' a video just to fuckin' dig your own grave Got you at your own wake, I'm the billy goat

You ain't never made a list next to no Biggie, no Jay

Next to Taylor Swift, and that Iggy ho, you about to really blow

Kelly, they'll be putting your name Next to Ja, next to Benzino, die, motherfucker

Like the last motherfucker sayin' Hailey in vein Alien brain, you Satanist (yeah)

My biggest flops are your greatest hits

The game's mine again and ain't nothin' changed but the locks

So before I slay this bitch, mwah, give Jade a kiss Gotta wake up Labor Day to this (the fuck?)

Bein' rich, aimed by some prick usin' my name for clickbait

In a state of bliss 'cause I said his goddamn name

Now I gotta cock back, aim, yeah, bitch, pop champagne to this It's your moment, this is it

As big as you're gonna get, so enjoy it Had to give you a career to destroy it

Lethal injection, go to sleep six feet deep

I'll give you a B for the effort, but if I was three

Foot 11, you'd look up to me, and for the record

You would suck a dick to fuckin' be me for a second

Lick a ballsack to get on my channel Give your life to be this solidified

This mothafuckin' shit is like Rambo when he's out of bullets

So what fuckin' good is a machine gun when it's out of ammo?

Had enough of this tatted-up mumble rapper How the fuck can him and I battle?

He'll have to fuck Kim in my flannel I'll give him my sandals

'Cause he knows long as I'm Shady, he's gon' have to live in my shadow Exhausting, letting off on my offspring

Like a gun barrel, bitch, get off me

You dance around it like a sombrero, we can all see

You're salty 'cause young Gerald's balls-deep inside of Halsey Your red sweater, your black leather

You dress better, I rap better That a death threat or a love letter?

Little white toothpick

Thinks it's over a pic, I just don't like you, prick

Thanks for dissing me

Now I had an excuse on the mic to write, not a like

But really, I don't care who's in the right But you're losin' the fight you picked

Who else want it, Kells? Attempt fails, button, L's

Fuckin' nails in these coffins as soft as Cottonelle Killshot, I will not fail, I'm with the Doc still

But this idiot's boss pops pills and tells him he's got skills

But Kells, the day you put out a hit's the day Diddy admits

That he put the hit out that got Pac killed, ah I'm sick of you bein' whack

And still usin' that mothafuckin' AutoTune, so let's talk about it (let's talk about it) I'm sick of your mumble rap mouth

Need to get the cock up out it before we can even talk about it (talk about it) I'm sick of your blonde hair and earrings

Just 'cause you look in the mirror and think you're Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers) Don't mean you are, and you're not about it

So just leave my dick in your mouth, and leave my daughter out it [Outro]

You fuckin'... oh And I'm just playin', Diddy, you know I love you