Artist: Eminem Album: KILLSHOT {S} Song: KILLSHOT Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com [Intro] ("You sound like a bitch, bitch") Shut the fuck up! (When your fans become your haters) You done? ("Fuckin beard's weird") Aight ("You yellin at the mic, your weird beard") We doin this once ("Yellin at the mic, your beard's weird") ("Why you yell at the mic?") {"Illa"} [Eminem] Rihanna just hit me on the text Last night I left hickeys on her neck Wait, you just dissed me? I'm perplexed Insult me in a 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 NordicTrack 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 fire stoked 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 lines, "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, I'ma make a mountain out of you (woo!) Hoe chill - actin like you put the chrome barrel to my bone marrow Gunner? Bitch you ain't a bow and arrow Say you'll run up on me like a phone bill Sprayin lead (brrt) playin dead, that's the only time you hold still/steel (Hold up) 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, hoe Younger me? No, you're the wack me, it's funny but so true I'd rather be 80-year-old me than 20-year-old you 'Til I'm hitting old age Still can fill a whole page with a 10-year-old's rage Got more fans than you in your own city, lil' kiddie 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 hoe, 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 Hailie in vain 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/LOX So before I slay this bitch I, mwah, give Jade-a-kiss Gotta wake up Labor Day to this? (The fuck?) Bein rich-shamed 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 (Pop!) 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 3-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 as solidified, this motherfuckin shit is like Rambo when he's out of bullets So what good is a fuckin +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 fuckin 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 Alike" But really I don't care who's in the right But you're losin the fight you picked Who else, want it? Kell's attempt, fails; Budden? 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 kill-ah! I'm sick of you bein wack and still usin that motherfuckin Auto-Tune 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 that 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 keep my daughter out it You fuckin.. [Outro] Oh, and I'm just playin Diddy You know I love you