Killshot

作曲 : Marshall Mathers/Ray Fraser

You sound like a *****, *****

Shut the **** up!

When your fans become your haters

You done?

******' 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

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 you 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 ******' 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? *****, 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 ****'s in the bowl, milk?

Wheaties or Cheerios?

'Cause I'm takin' a **** 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, *****?

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 ******' 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, ************!

Like the last ************ 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 ***** I, mwah, give Jade a kiss

Gotta wake up Labor Day to this (the ****?)

Bein' rich-shamed by some *****

Usin' my name for clickbait

In a state of bliss 'cause I said his goddamn name

Now I gotta **** back, aim

Yeah, *****, 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 **** to ******' be me for a second

Lick a ballsack to get on my channel

Give your life to be as solidified

This ***********' **** is like Rambo

When he's out of bullets

So what good is a ******' machine gun

When it's out of ammo?

Had enough of this tatted-up mumble rapper

How the **** can him and I battle?

He'll have to **** 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, *****, 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

Thinks it's over a pic, I just don't like you, *****

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

******' 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 ***********' 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 **** 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 **** in your mouth

And keep my daughter out it

You ******'… oh

And I'm just playin', Diddy

You know I love you

[00:00.065] 作曲 : Marshall Mathers/Ray Fraser

[00:00.130]You sound like a *****, *****

[00:01.670]Shut the **** up!

[00:02.770]When your fans become your haters

[00:04.330]You done?

[00:04.930]******' beard's weird

[00:05.950]All right

[00:06.210]You yellin' at the mic, you weird beard

[00:07.910]We doin' this once

[00:08.360]You yellin' at the mic, your beard's weird

[00:09.900]Why you yellin' at the mic? (Illa)

[00:10.590]Rihanna just hit me on the text

[00:12.800]Last night I left hickeys on her neck

[00:15.150]Wait, you just dissed me? I'm perplexed

[00:17.520]Insult me in a line, compliment me on the next

[00:19.520]Damn, I'm really sorry you want me to have a heart attack

[00:22.020]Was watchin' 8 Mile on my NordicTrack

[00:24.500]Realized I forgot to call you back

[00:26.110]Here's that autograph for your daughter,

[00:27.750]I wrote it on a Starter cap

[00:28.920]Stan, Stan, son

[00:31.200]Listen, man, Dad isn't mad

[00:33.460]But how you gonna name yourself after a damn gun

[00:36.740]And have a man-bun?

[00:38.020]The giant's woke, eyes open, undeniable

[00:40.780]Supplyin' smoke, got the fire stoked

[00:42.440]Say you got me in a scope, but you grazed me

[00:44.570]I say one call to Interscope and you're Swayze

[00:46.980]Your reply got the crowd yelling, \"Woo!\"

[00:49.190]So before you die let's see you can out-petty who

[00:51.110]With your corny lines (\"Slim, you're old\")—ow, Kelly, ooh

[00:53.520]But I'm 45 and I'm still outselling you

[00:55.800]By 29, I had three albums that had blew

[00:58.130]Now let's talk about somethin' I don't really do

[01:00.440]Go in someone's daughter's mouth stealin' food

[01:02.040]But you're a ******' mole hill

[01:03.490]Now I'ma make a mountain out of you, woo!

[01:05.360]Ho, chill, actin' like you put the chrome barrel

[01:07.430]To my bone marrow

[01:08.280]Gunner? *****, you ain't a bow and arrow

[01:09.790]Say you'll run up on me like a phone bill,

[01:11.270]Sprayin' lead (brrt)

[01:12.340]Playin' dead,

[01:12.940]That's the only time you hold still (hold up)

[01:14.830]Are you eating cereal or oatmeal?

[01:16.620]What the ****'s in the bowl, milk?

[01:18.110]Wheaties or Cheerios?

[01:19.080]'Cause I'm takin' a **** in 'em,

[01:20.340]Kelly, I need reading material

[01:21.650]Dictionary

[01:22.710]\"Yo, Slim, your last four albums sucked

[01:24.760]Go back to Recovery,\" oh shoot,

[01:26.400]That was three albums ago

[01:27.630]What do you know? Oops

[01:28.730]Know your facts before you come at me, lil' goof

[01:30.960]Luxury, oh, you broke, *****?

[01:32.540]Yeah, I had enough money in '02

[01:34.260]To burn it in front of you, ho

[01:35.580]Younger me? No, you're the wack me,

[01:36.970]It's funny but so true

[01:38.260]I'd rather be 80-year-old me than 20-year-old you

[01:41.160]'Til I'm hitting old age

[01:43.410]Still can fill a whole page with a 10-year-old's rage

[01:45.670]Got more fans than you in your own city,

[01:47.300]Lil' kiddy, go play

[01:48.420]Feel like I'm babysitting Lil Tay

[01:50.150]Got the Diddy okay so you spent your whole day

[01:52.370]Shootin' a video just to ******' dig your own grave

[01:54.560]Got you at your own wake, I'm the billy goat

[01:56.770]You ain't never made a list next to no Biggie, no Jay

[01:59.250]Next to Taylor Swift and that Iggy ho,

[02:01.170]You about to really blow

[02:02.180]Kelly, they'll be putting your name

[02:03.730]Next to Ja, next to Benzino—die, ************!

[02:06.160]Like the last ************ sayin' Hailie in vain

[02:08.350]Alien brain, you Satanist (yeah)

[02:11.030]My biggest flops are your greatest hits

[02:12.750]The game's mine again

[02:13.730]And ain't nothin' changed but the locks

[02:15.120]So before I slay this ***** I, mwah, give Jade a kiss

[02:17.780]Gotta wake up Labor Day to this (the ****?)

[02:20.560]Bein' rich-shamed by some *****

[02:22.420]Usin' my name for clickbait

[02:23.760]In a state of bliss 'cause I said his goddamn name

[02:25.890]Now I gotta **** back, aim

[02:27.470]Yeah, *****, pop Champagne to this! (pop)

[02:29.230]It's your moment

[02:30.650]This is it, as big as you're gonna get, so enjoy it

[02:33.300]Had to give you a career to destroy it

[02:35.640]Lethal injection

[02:36.850]Go to sleep six feet deep,

[02:37.920]I'll give you a B for the effort

[02:39.550]But if I was three-foot-eleven

[02:40.950]You'd look up to me, and for the record

[02:42.500]You would suck a **** to ******' be me for a second

[02:44.480]Lick a ballsack to get on my channel

[02:46.890]Give your life to be as solidified

[02:48.750]This ***********' **** is like Rambo

[02:50.330]When he's out of bullets

[02:51.290]So what good is a ******' machine gun

[02:52.730]When it's out of ammo?

[02:53.870]Had enough of this tatted-up mumble rapper

[02:55.840]How the **** can him and I battle?

[02:57.060]He'll have to **** Kim in my flannel

[02:58.750]I'll give him my sandals

[03:00.010]'Cause he knows long as I'm Shady,

[03:01.280]He's gon' have to live in my shadow

[03:02.790]Exhausting, letting off on my offspring

[03:05.200]Like a gun barrel, *****, get off me!

[03:06.760]You dance around it like a sombrero, we can all see

[03:09.140]You're ******' salty

[03:09.930]'Cause Young Gerald's balls-deep inside of Halsey

[03:12.020]Your red sweater, your black leather

[03:15.180]You dress better, I rap better

[03:17.320]That a death threat or a love letter?

[03:19.600]Little white toothpick

[03:20.800]Thinks it's over a pic, I just don't like you, *****

[03:22.970]Thanks for dissing me

[03:23.930]Now I had an excuse on the mic to write \"Not Alike\"

[03:26.690]But really, I don't care who's in the right

[03:28.300]But you're losin' the fight you picked

[03:29.910]Who else want it, Kells?

[03:32.930]Attempt fails, Budden, L's

[03:35.130]******' nails in these coffins as soft as Cottonelle

[03:38.760]Killshot, I will not fail, I'm with the Doc still

[03:41.000]But this idiot's boss pops pills

[03:42.530]And tells him he's got skills

[03:43.840]But, Kells,

[03:44.510]The day you put out a hit's the day Diddy admits

[03:46.650]That he put the hit out that got Pac kill, ah!

[03:49.060]I'm sick of you bein' wack

[03:50.110]And still usin' that ***********' Auto-Tune

[03:52.040]So let's talk about it (let's talk about it)

[03:53.440]I'm sick of your mumble rap mouth

[03:54.690]Need to get the **** up out it

[03:56.250]Before we can even talk about it (talk about it)

[03:57.980]I'm sick of your blonde hair and earrings

[03:59.630]Just 'cause you look in the mirror and think

[04:01.180]That you're Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers)

[04:02.590]Don't mean you are, and you're not about it

[04:04.190]So just leave my **** in your mouth

[04:05.430]And keep my daughter out it

[04:06.640]You ******'… oh

[04:09.010]And I'm just playin', Diddy

[04:10.480]You know I love you