Lời bài hát Killshot - IF9MKOKO
Bài Hát: Killshot
Ca Sĩ: Eminem
Rihanna just hit me on a 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
Playin' dead that's
The only time you hold still
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 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 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
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
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
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 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
Lick 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 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 killed ah
I'm sick of you bein' wack
And still usin' that mothafuckin' Auto-Tune
So 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
I'm sick of your blonde hair and earrings
Just 'cause you look in the mirror and think
That you're 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 oh
And I'm just playin' Diddy
Bài Hát: Killshot
Ca Sĩ: Eminem
Rihanna just hit me on a 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
Playin' dead that's
The only time you hold still
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 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 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
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
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
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 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
Lick 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 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 killed ah
I'm sick of you bein' wack
And still usin' that mothafuckin' Auto-Tune
So 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
I'm sick of your blonde hair and earrings
Just 'cause you look in the mirror and think
That you're 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 oh
And I'm just playin' Diddy
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