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      Eminem - Killshot Música y Letra

      You sound like a bitch, bitch
      Shut the fuck up
      When your fans become your haters
      You done?
      Fuck, your beard's weird
      Alright
      You yellin' at the mic, you weird beard
      We doin' this once
      Your beard's weird, why you yellin' at the mic?
      
      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 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
      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 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 whack me
      It's funny, but so true
      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 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 (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 bitch
      mwah, give Jade a kiss
      Gotta wake up Labor Day to this (the fuck?)
      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, 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 11, 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 this 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
      Like 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' whack
      And still usin' that mothafuckin' Autotune, so let's talk about it
      (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
      (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 (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, you know I love you

      Eminem - Killshot Música y Letra

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