KillShot (Explicit) - Eminem

You sound like a b***h b***h

Shut the f**k up

When your fans become your haters

You done

F**kin' beard's weird

All right

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

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

D**n 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 d**n 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**kin' 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**k's in the bowl milk Wheaties or Cheerios

'Cause I'm takin' a s**t 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**kin' 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 motherf**ker

Like the last motherf**ker 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 f**k

Bein' rich-shamed by some prick usin' my name for clickbait

In a state of bliss 'cause I said his godd**n 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 d**k to f**kin' be me for a second

Lick a ballsack to get on my channel

Give your life to be as solidified

This mothaf**kin' s**t is like Rambo when he's out of bullets

So what good is a f**kin' 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**kin' 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

F**kin' 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 mothaf**kin' 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 d**k in your mouth and keep my daughter out it

You f**kin' oh

And I'm just playin' Diddy

You know I love you