Here Are the Lyrics to Eminem's 'Killshot'


Eminem shocked us all with the shock launch of Kamikaze final month and dropped a follow-up observe a couple of weeks later in response to Machine Gun Kelly's "Rap Devil" diss observe. Eminem's "Killshot" comes as a diss directed at MGK, a results of the continued feud between the 2 rappers.

"Killshot" climbed the charts and the tune's YouTube video amassed greater than 38 million views in its first full day. The diss observe marks Eminem's 20th high 10 single on the Billboard Hot 100 with its No. three debut.

Machine Gun Kelly appeared on The Breakfast Club radio present to share his response to "Killshot," calling it a "weak response" and rated it as a 6 out of 10 saying it didn't even warrant a reply. 

See Eminem's "Killshot" lyrics under. 

You sound like a bitch, bitch
Shut the fuck up
When your followers change into your haters
You achieved?
Fuck, your beard's bizarre
You yellin' on the mic, you bizarre beard
We doin' this as soon as
Your beard's bizarre, why you yellin' on the mic?

Rihanna simply hit me on the textual content
Last night time I left hickeys on her neck
Wait, you simply dissed me, I'm perplexed
Insult me in a line, praise me on the subsequent, rattling
I'm actually sorry you need me to have a coronary heart assault
Was watchin' eight Mile on my Nordic Track
Realized I forgot to name you again
Here's that autograph on your daughter, I wrote it on a Starter cap
Stan, Stan, son, pay attention, man, dad isn't mad
But the way you gonna title your self after a rattling gun and have a person bun?
The big's woke, eyes open, simple
Supplyin' smoke, obtained the hearth stoked
Say you bought me in a scope, however you grazed me
I say one name to Interscope and also you're Swayze
Your reply obtained the group yelling, "Woo"
So earlier than you die let's see who can out-petty who
With your corny traces (Slim you're previous)
Ow, Kelly, ooh, however I'm 45 and I'm nonetheless outselling you
By 29 I had three albums that had blew
Now let's speak about somethin' I don't actually do
Go in somebody's daughter's mouth stealin' meals
But you're a fuckin' mole hill, now I'ma make a mountain out of you, woo!
Ho, chill, actin' such as you put the chrome barrel to my bone marrow
Gun, I wager you ain't a bow and arrow
Say you'll run up on me like a cellphone invoice, sprayin' lead
Playin' useless, that's the one time you maintain nonetheless
Are you consuming cereal, or oatmeal?
What the fuck's within the bowl, milk? Wheaties or Cheerios?
'Cause I'm takin' a shit in 'em, Kelly, I want studying materials
Yo Slim, your final 4 albums sucked
Go again to Recovery, oh shoot, that was three albums in the past
What have you learnt? Oops, know your details earlier than you come at me, lil' goof
Luxury, oh, you broke, bitch?
Yeah, I had sufficient cash in '02
To burn it in entrance of you, ho
Younger me? No, you're the whack me
It's humorous, however so true
I'd reasonably be 80 yr previous me than 20 yr previous you
'Til I'm hitting old-aged nonetheless can fill a complete web page with a 10 yr previous's rage
Got extra followers than you in your individual metropolis, lil' kiddy
Go play, really feel like I'm babysitting Lil Tay
Got the Diddy okay so that you spent your complete day
Shootin' a video simply to fuckin' dig your individual grave
Got you at your individual wake, I'm the billy goat
You ain't by no means made a listing subsequent to no Biggie, no Jay
Next to Taylor Swift, and that Iggy ho, you about to actually blow
Kelly, they'll be placing your title
Next to Ja, subsequent to Benzino, die, motherfucker
Like the final motherfucker sayin' Hailey in useless
Alien mind, you Satanist (yeah)
My greatest flops are your biggest hits
The recreation's mine once more and ain't nothin' modified however the locks
So earlier than I slay this bitch, mwah, give Jade a kiss
Gotta get up Labor Day to this (the fuck?)
Bein' wealthy, aimed by some prick usin' my title for clickbait
In a state of bliss 'trigger I mentioned his goddamn title
Now I gotta cock again, purpose, yeah, bitch, pop champagne to this
It's your second, that is it
As massive as you're gonna get, so take pleasure in it
Had to present you a profession to destroy it
Lethal injection, fall asleep six ft deep
I'll offer you a B for the trouble, but when I used to be three
Foot 11, you'd look as much as me, and for the file
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 sufficient of this tatted-up mumble rapper
How the fuck can him and I battle?
He'll need to fuck Kim in my flannel
I'll give him my sandals
'Cause he is aware of lengthy as I'm Shady, he's gon' need to dwell in my shadow
Exhausting, letting off on my offspring
Like a gun barrel, bitch, get off me
You dance round it like a sombrero, we will all see
You're fuckin' salty 'trigger younger Gerald's balls-deep inside Halsey
Your pink sweater, your black leather-based
You gown higher, I rap higher
That a dying risk or a love letter?
Little white toothpick
Thinks it's over a pic, I simply don't such as you, prick
Thanks for dissing me
Now I had an excuse on the mic to jot down, not alike
But actually, I don't care who's in the proper
But you're losin' the struggle you picked
Who else need it, Kells?
Attempt fails, budden, L's
Fuckin' nails in these coffins as tender as Cottonelle
Killshot, I cannot fail, I'm with the Doc nonetheless
But this fool's boss pops capsules and tells him he's obtained abilities
But Kells, the day you set out a success's the day Diddy admits
That he put the hit out that obtained Pac killed, ah
I'm sick of you bein' whack
And nonetheless usin' that mothafuckin' AutoTune, so let's speak about it (let's speak about it)
I'm sick of your mumble rap mouth
Need to get the cock up out it earlier than we will even speak about it (speak about it)
I'm sick of your blonde hair and earrings
Just 'trigger you look within the mirror and assume you're Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers)
Don't imply you might be, and also you're not about it
So simply depart my dick in your mouth, and hold my daughter out it

You fuckin', oh
And I'm simply playin', Diddy, you already know I like you

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Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.

Written by: Marshall Mathers, Ray Illya Fraser