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Eminem - Killshot Diddy Y Mgk Machine Gun Kelly Diss Eminem Only Lyrics

[Intro]
You sound like a bitch, bitch (Shut the fuck up)
When your fans become your haters (You done?)
Fucking beard's weird (Alright)
You yelling at the mic, fucking weird beard (We doing this once, you want smoke)
You yelling at the mic, your beard's weird (Why ya yelling at the mic?)

[Verse]
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 on a line? Compliment me on the next? Damn
I'm really sorry you want me da have a heart attack
Was watching 8 Mile on my NordicTrack
Realized I forgot da call ya back
Here's that autograph for ya 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
Supplying smoke, got the fire stoked
Say you got me in a scope, but cha grazed me
I say, "One call da Interscope" and you're Swayze
Your reply got the crowd yelling, "Whoo"
So before you die, let's see who can out-petty who
Wit' cha 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 some' Ion't really do
Go in someone's daughter's mouth stealing food
But chu're a fucking mole hill
Now I'ma make a mountain outta you (Whoo)
Hoe, chill, acting like ya put the chrome barrel
To my bone marrow, Gunner? Bitch, you ain't a bow-and-arrow
Say ya run up on me like a phone bill, spraying lead (Brrt)
Playing dead, that's the only time ya hold still (Hold up)
Are you eating cereal or oatmeal?
What the fuck's in the bowl? Milk?
Wheaties or Cheerios?
'Cause I'm taking 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 ya 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, hoe
Younger me? No, you 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' kiddie, go play
Feel like I'm babysitting Lil Tay
Got the Diddy okay, so ya spend your whole day
Shooting a video just to fucking dig your own grave
Got cha at cha 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 hoe, you about da really blow
Kelly, they'll be putting your name
Next to Ja, next to Benzino, die, motherfucker
Like the last motherfucker saying "Hailie" in vain,alien brain
You Satanist (Yeah)
My biggest flops are your greatest hits
The game's mine again, and ain't nothing changed for the locks
So before I slay this bitch, I, mwah, give Jade a kiss
Gotta wake up Labor Day da this? (The fuck?)
Being rich-shamed by some prick using 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 da this (Pop)
It's your moment
This is it, as big as you're gonna get, so, enjoy it
Had a give you a career to destroy it
Lethal injection, go da sleep, six-feet deep
I'll give you a B for the effort
But if I was 3-foot-11, you'd look up to me, and for the record
You would suck a dick to fucking be me for a second
Lick a ballsack da get on my channel
Give your life to be as solidified
This motherfucking shit is like Rambo when he's outta bullets
So, what good is a fucking machine gun when it's outta ammo?
Had enough of this tatted-up mumble rapper
How the fuck could 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 da live in my shadow
Exhausting, letting off of my offspring
Lick a gun barrel, bitch, get off me
You dance around it like a sombrero, we can all see
You're fucking salty
'Cause Young Gerald's balls deep inside a Halsey
Your red sweater?
Your black leather
You dress better?
I rap better
That a death threat or—
A love letter?
Little White toothpick
Think 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 cha losing the fight chu've picked
Who else want it? Kells, attempt fails
Budden L's, fucking 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 the hit's the day Diddy admits
That he put the hit out that got Pac killed, ah
I'm sick of you being wack
And still using that motherfucking Auto-Tune
So, let's talk about it (Let's talk about it)
I'm sick of your mumble-rap mouth
Need a 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 cha Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers)
Don't mean you are, and you're not up out it
So just leave my dick in your mouth and keep my daughter out it
[Outro]
You fucking—oh
And I'm just playing, Diddy
Ya know I love you