Lyrics for “Killshot” performed by Eminem
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 Nordic Track
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 firest dope
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 rhymes, lim 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
Gun, I bet 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 fk’s in the bowl, milk Wheaties or Cheerios
‘Cause I’m takin’ a st 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**ch
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 versuri.online
I’d rather be 80 year old me than 20 year old you
‘Til I’m getting old-aged 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 fkin’ 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, motherfker
Like the last motherf**ker sayin’ Hailey in vein
Alien brain
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 bch, mwah, give Jade a kiss
Gotta wake up Labor Day to this
Bein’ rich, aimed 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, bch, 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 11, you’d look up to me, and for the record
You would suck a dk to fkin’ be me for a second
Lick a ballsack to get on my channel
Give your life to be this solidified
This mothafkin’ st is like Rambo when he’s out of bullets
So what f**kin’ good is a machine gun when it’s out of ammo
Had enough of this tatted-up mumble rapper
How the fk can him and I battle
He’ll have to fk 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**ch, get off me
You dance around it like a sombrero, we can all see
You’re 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 versuri.online
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, button, 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 killed, ah
I’m sick of you bein’ whack
And still usin’ that mothafkin’ AutoTune, 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 you’re Marshall Mathers
Don’t mean you are, and you’re not about it
So just leave my dk in your mouth
And leave my daughter out it
You f**kin’
Ohh, and I’m just playin’, Diddy
You know I love you…
➤ Produced by IllaDaProducer
Eminem 2018