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Friday, 14 September 2018

Killshot Lyrics – Eminem Song

Killshot Lyrics – Eminem Song


Song - killshot
Artist - Eminem
Music - Eminem



Lyrics

[Intro]
You sound like a bitch, bitch
Shut the fuck up!
When 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
You yellin' at the mic, your beard's weird
Why you yellin' at the mic?
 (Illa)


[Verse]
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
Now I'ma make a mountain out of you, woo!

Ho, 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 (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, 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 hitting old age
Still can fill a whole page with a ten-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' 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
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 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 as solidified
This mothafuckin' 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

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