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Eminem - Shots Fired Lyrics

Shots Fired Lyrics[Intro]: Time to make this place look hell. Aye, let's go



[Pre-Hook, 0:13]: Yo, we are about to make the stage look like hell, we will get out to take another step to tell



You are about to get hate, because you got the next outburst of your career that is falling, you just decided to fell, this is a wonderful story to tell, to the rest of our generation, get your ass in a cell



This is a waste, but this is today, for the next victory, this is will be complex, for history, paste, but this is another day, perplex to hear it, but i do not care for this mystery



But i will fade away, till i sent Jay to the next game to his legacy of being a faillure, too perplex for his falling destiny



[Hook, 0:37] 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 i got many shots fired, i won, you go to the dollar store, i wanna be i wanted to be, but for how many times you tried to rhyme five with life, it never works, they wanted to lie



On the game, fixed my shoe, destroyed a tree, scaring people with a roar, and touched many lives

In a marathon, i forgot how this shit works for a minute or two, thought it was free to go, after i beat the shit ouf of many whores, and decided for them to not be alive



You could say that i hired many people to protect me, even beating the shit out of the police, all i could say is, where is the plot, sounds fire, does it?



That does not mean i have many shots that i need to fire at, "oh no he is gonna shoot me, could he?"



[Verse 1, Stronkgod, 1:15]: I was held hostage, by some silly person named Kitty (a cat?), yep, captive, this is goofy for a kitty (a Cath?)



I just fell to where i was left on stage, when i found someone's purse, it comes from a person named Billy, i'm active finding this guy, like with Biggie



Called yourself a troll, but yet you did not even bring up a roll, you probably got mauled but you did not want to hold, feels like being stalked after what you just told

You fall to the cold, then bet, heard you malled with this person named "Jamall", hope you and him choke at the mall in the history that will unfold



Some bitch wanted to ghost write for me when i'm against Mb (for real?), it was the same prick i just roasted, Kitty



Yeah frick off, let's restart this shit where it kicks off, let me think for a plan B, it was the same chick who i just toasted with truth, Billie



I'm making a juice with orange, taking that shit a bit too far after i crunch rhymes, let this music persuit, while i got stinged by a syringe, but drink that shit till i stole your bed for a night, and play Fortnite



[Pre-Hook, 1:53]: Yo, we are about to make the stage look like hell, we will get out to take another step to tell



You are about to get hate, because you got the next outburst of your career that you fell, this is a wonderful story to tell, to the rest of our generation, get your ass in a cell



This is a waste, but this is today, for the next victory, this is will be complex, for history, paste, but this is another day, perplex to hear it, but i do not care for this mystery

But i will fade away, till i sent Jay to the next game to his legacy of being a faillure, too perplex for his falling destiny



[Hook, 2:18] 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 i got many shots fired, i won, you go to the dollar store, i wanna be i wanted to be, but for how many times you tried to rhyme five with life, it never works, they wanted to lie



On the game, fixed my shoe, destroyed a tree, scaring people with a roar, and touched many lives



In a marathon, i forgot how this shit works for a minute or two, thought it was free to go, after i beat the shit ouf of many whores, and decided for them to not be alive



You could say that i hired many people to protect me, even beating the shit out of the police, all i could say is, where is the plot, sounds fire, does it?



That does not mean i have many shots that i need to fire at, "oh no he is gonna shoot me, could he?"



[Verse 2, Golden, 2:57]: Wake up in the night and see demonic type of figures



I hear voices in my head that speak most ominous of whispers



Convince me imma burn in hell and heavily considered



Built relations with a burner since I'll burn with all the sinners



Tell me you can save me fuck opinions of a minister



Religions something sinister designed to keep us prisoner



Marksman when I spit I hit em dead center



Spill they guts when I rip em call me jack rippa Cut em up and dig a hole just throw the bodies in it



When conviction starts to sit in tend to numb to feelings I grab a pistol and some bullets call schizophrenic friends



I find a victim worth a purge let the psycho play again



[Verse 3, Stronkgod, 3:20]: What was the last time i dropped something? (Uhhhh what?) The time that your mother was on my dick. (haha)



Fast as my rhymes go, anything related to what i said after, could be a skit



The past is like a dice, one moment everything becomes a game (get it? Haha), this is dedicated for your father, if he was anything sick



This is not to ruin your mask, but who cares about comparing someone at Jack? This is lame, this is dedicated for your forever personality as a prick



This is like the hood, one time i got beaten up, the other the game is hated, this is a shame, this is predicted to be a disaster for all eternity as a tick



[Interlude, Stronkgod, 3:43]: Now let the game begin, bitch, HAHAHAHAHAHAH



[Hook and Outro, Stronkgod, 3:52]: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 i got many shots fired, i won, you go to the dollar store, i wanna be i wanted to be, but for how many times you tried to rhyme five with life, it never works, they wanted to lie



On the game, fixed my shoe, destroyed a tree, scaring people with a roar, and touched many lives



In a marathon- OH GOD DAMN IT, I FUCKED THE BEAT UP, UGH, you know what? I do not care anymore, i quit, fuck you