Towards the end of summer 2018, Kelly machine gun and Eminem’s feud came to a head in the form of an insulted single titled “Killshot” which targeted what Em saw as MGK’s rap shortcomings. It’s also one of the few leads Eminem dropped by targeting the Cleveland rhymer, who also hurled lyrical slurs at Em. The Detroit rapper and MGK beef stemmed from remarks made by Machine Gun Kelly to About Em’s daughter, Hailie, via social media many years ago.
On “Kill Shot”, Eminem spends over four minutes poking fun at MGK’s “man bun” and the lack of musical rewards. the beef surrounding the track, produced by IllaDaProducer, exudes the deadly calligraphy of Slim Shady, making “Killshot” the biggest debut on YouTube of 2018 with 38.1 million views within the first 24 hours of its release on the platform. video sharing.
“Killshot” was also successful in the music charts, specifically reaching No. 3 on the Billboard Hot 100 on September 29, 2018, earning Eminem his 20th top 10 song at the time.
Check out the lyrics to Eminem’s “Killshot” below.
You look like a bitch, bitch
Shut your mouth
When your fans become your enemies
Fuckin ‘beard is weird
You scream at the mic, fucking weird beard (you wanna smoke)
We do this once
You scream at the microphone, your beard is weird
Why are you yelling at the microphone? (Illa)
Rihanna just hit me on a text
Last night I left hickeys on her neck
Wait, did you just dispel me? I am confused
Insult me in one line, compliment me on the next
Damn, I’m so sorry you want me to have a heart attack
I was watching 8 Mile on my NordicTrack
I realized that I forgot to call you back
Here is that autograph for your daughter, I wrote it on a Starter cap
Stan, Stan, son
Listen man, daddy ain’t crazy
But what are you gonna name yourself after a fucking gun
And have a man-bun?
The giant woke up with his eyes open, undeniable
Providing smoke, kindled the fire
Say you got me in a glasses, but you touched me
I say a call to Interscope and you’re Swayze
Your response made the crowd scream, “Woo!”
So before we die let’s see who can be smaller who
With your cheesy lines (“Slim, you’re old”) – ow, Kelly, ooh
But I’m 45 and still surpass you
At 29, I had three albums that had exploded
Now let’s talk about something that I don’t really do
Go into someone’s daughter’s mouth steal food
But you’re a fucking mole
Now I make you a mountain, woo!
Ho, chill, acting like you put the chrome cannon on my bone marrow
Gunner? Bitch, you ain’t no bow and arrow
Say you’re gonna run on me like a phone bill, spray lead (Brrt)
Playin ‘dead, that’s the only time you stand still (Hold up)
Do you eat cereal or oatmeal?
What the fuck is in the bowl, milk? Wheaties or Cheerios?
‘Cause I take a shit in it, Kelly, I need a read
“Yo, Slim, your last four albums suck
Go back to Recovery, “Oh shoot, that was three albums ago
What do you know? Oops
Know your facts before you come to me, little 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 kidding me it’s funny but so true
I’d rather be me 80 than you 20
Until I hit old age
Can still fill an entire page with the rage of a 10 year old
I got more fans than you in your own town, little kid go play
I feel like I keep Lil Tay
Got the Diddy okay so you spent your whole day
Shootin ‘a video just to dig your own grave
I got you in your own wake, I’m the goat
You ain’t never made a list next to no Biggie, no Jay
Next to Taylor Swift and that Iggy ho you really gon ‘explode
Kelly, they will put your name
Next to Ja, next to Benzino – fucking die!
Like the last muthafucka saying Hailie in vain
Alien brain, you satanist (Yeah)
My biggest flops are your biggest hits
The game is still mine and nothing has changed but the locks
So before I kill that bitch I, mwah, give Jade a kiss
Got to wake up on Labor Day with this (damn?)
Bein ‘rich-shamed by some pick using my name for clickbait
In a state of bliss because I said her damn name
Now I have to put the tail back, aim
Yeah, bitch, make champagne with that! (Pop)
This is your moment
That’s it, as big as you get to get, so make the most of it
I had to give you a career to destroy it
Go sleep six feet deep, I’ll give you a B for the effort
But if I was three feet eleven
You would look at me, and for the record
You wanna suck a dick to be me for a second
Lick a backpack to access my channel
Give your life to be so solidified
That shit shit is like Rambo when he run out of bullets
So what’s a fucking machine gun good for when the ammo runs out?
I’ve had enough of this tattooed rapper
How the hell can we fight?
He’s gonna have to fuck Kim in my flannel
I’ll give her my sandals
Because he knows, as long as I’m Shady, he’s gonna have to live in my shadow
Exhausting, letting go on my offspring
Lick a gun barrel, bitch, let go of me!
You dance around like a sombrero, we can all see
You’re fucking salty
‘Cause young Gerald’s balls deep inside Halsey
Your red sweater, your black leather
You dress better, I rap better
Is it a death threat or a love letter?
Small white toothpick
I think it’s in a picture, I just don’t love you, prick
Thanks for dissuading me
Now I had an excuse on the microphone to write “Not Alike”
But really I don’t care who’s right
But you lose the fight you chose
Who else wants it? Kells – attempt fails! Budden – L’s!
Fuck nails in these coffins as soft as Cottonelle
Killshot, I won’t fail, I’m still with the Doc
But that idiot’s boss takes pills and tells him he’s got skills
But, Kells, the day you released a hit is the day Diddy admits
That he delivered the blow that killed Pac, ah!
I’m sick of you being crazy
And still using that muthafuckin ‘AutoTune
So let’s talk about it (let’s talk about it)
I’m sick of your mumbled rap mouth
Need to get the dick out
Before I can even talk about it (Talk about it)
I’m sick of your blonde hair and your earrings
Just because you look at yourself in the mirror and think
That you’re Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers)
Don’t mean you are, and you’re not about it
So leave my cock in your mouth and keep my girl out
Also listen to “Killshot” below.
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