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Killshot (cover: Eminem)歌词完整版

You sound like a bitch bitch

Shut the

You done

All right

We doin' this once

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 f****' 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 B***h 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 f***'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 b***h

Yeah I had enough money in '02

To burn it in front of you ho

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' 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 f****' 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 Benzinodie mother***

Like the last mother***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 b***h 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 b***h 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-eleven

You'd look up to me and for the record

You would suck a dick to f****' be me for a second

Lick a ballsack to get on my channel

Give your life to be as solidified

This mothaf*****' shit is like Rambo

When he's out of bullets

So what good is a f****' machine gun

When it's out of ammo

Had enough of this tatted-up mumble rapper

How the f**k can him and I battle

He'll have to f**k 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 b***h get off me

You dance around it like a sombrero we can all see

You're f****n' 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 Kells

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 motha***' 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 f****n' oh

And I'm just playin' Diddy

You know I love you