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点击复制Killshot (Explicit)-Eminem (埃米纳姆)
You sound like a b***h b***h
Bein'rich-shamed by some prick usin'my name for clickbait
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
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