Kill Shot
Eminem Lyrics


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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 a 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
Gunner? Bitch, 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 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 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 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' Hailey 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-shamed 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' 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 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

Overall Meaning

In Eminem’s “Killshot” song, he takes aim at fellow rapper, Machine Gun Kelly (MGK), and disses him in a series of verses. Eminem starts off by calling out MGK on his appearance saying that he sounds like a bitch and his beard is weird. He then goes on to reference a text message from Rihanna and states that he’s confused about where he and MGK really stand, since MGK’s insult for Eminem is quickly followed by a compliment. Eminem brushes off MGK’s diss by commenting on his own physical fitness and proceeds to make fun of MGK’s name, references his alleged previous beef with Diddy, and takes aim at MGK’s music.


Line by Line Meaning

You sound like a bitch, bitch
You are speaking like a cowardly and weak person


Shut the fuck up
Stop talking and be quiet


When your fans become your haters
When the people who used to support you now despise you


You done?
Are you finished or do you have more to say?


Fuck, your beard's weird
Damn, your facial hair looks strange


Alright
Okay then


You yellin' at the mic, you weird beard
You are shouting into the microphone, you strange-looking person


We doin' this once
We are only going to have this battle one time


Your beard's weird, why you yellin' at the mic?
Your facial hair is strange, why are you shouting into the microphone?


Rihanna just hit me on a text
Rihanna recently messaged me


Last night I left hickeys on her neck
Yesterday, I left love bites on her neck


Wait, you just dissed me? I'm perplexed
Hold on, did you just insult me? I am confused


Insult me in a line, compliment me on the next, damn
You criticize me in one sentence, then praise me in the next, damn


I'm really sorry you want me to have a heart attack
I apologize, but you seem to wish harm upon me


Was watchin' 8 Mile on my NordicTrack
I was watching the movie '8 Mile' while exercising on my NordicTrack


Realized I forgot to call you back
I realized that I forgot to return your call


Here's that autograph for your daughter, I wrote it on a Starter cap
Here is an autograph for your daughter, I wrote it on a Starter cap


Stan, Stan, son, listen, man, dad isn't mad
Hey Stan, listen to me, son, your father is not angry


But how you gonna name yourself after a damn gun and have a man bun?
How can you choose a name that represents a weapon and also wear a hairstyle like a man bun?


The giant's woke, eyes open, undeniable
I am fully awake, alert, and cannot be denied


Supplyin' smoke, got the fire stoked
I am providing the fuel, igniting the fire


Say you got me in a scope, but you grazed me
You claim to have targeted me, but you only slightly injured me


I say one call to Interscope and you're Swayze
If I make one call to Interscope Records, you will no longer be relevant or successful


Your reply got the crowd yelling, 'Woo'
Your response caused the audience to cheer loudly


So before you die let's see who can out-petty who
Before you meet your end, let's determine who can be more childish and immature


With your corny lines (Slim you're old)
Your cheesy lyrics (Slim, you're getting old)


Ow, Kelly, ooh, but I'm 45 and I'm still outselling you
Ouch, Machine Gun Kelly, but I am 45 years old and I am still selling more records than you


By 29 I had three albums that had blew
Before I turned 29, I released three albums that became immensely popular


Now let's talk about somethin' I don't really do
Now let's discuss a topic that I am not known for


Go in someone's daughter's mouth stealin' food
Inserting food into someone's daughter's mouth without permission


But you're a fuckin' mole hill, now I'ma make a mountain out of you, woo!
But you are a small problem, and now I will exaggerate and turn you into something much bigger, woo!


Ho, chill, actin' like you put the chrome barrel to my bone marrow
Hey, calm down, as if you held a gun to my spine


Gunner? Bitch, you ain't a bow and arrow
Machine Gunner? No, you are not a weapon like a bow and arrow


Say you'll run up on me like a phone bill, sprayin' lead
You claim you will approach me aggressively like an unpaid phone bill, firing bullets


Playin' dead, that's the only time you hold still
You only remain motionless when you are pretending to be dead


Are you eating cereal, or oatmeal?
Are you consuming cereal or oatmeal?


What the fuck's in the bowl, milk? Wheaties or Cheerios?
What is in the bowl? Is it milk? Wheaties or Cheerios?


'Cause I'm takin' a shit in 'em, Kelly, I need reading material
Because I am defecating in them, Kelly, I need something to read


Yo Slim, your last four albums sucked
Hey Slim, your previous four albums were terrible


Go back to Recovery, oh shoot, that was three albums ago
You should return to your 'Recovery' album, oh wait, that was three albums ago


What do you know? Oops, know your facts before you come at me, lil' goof
What do you know? Oops, make sure you have accurate information before you try to come after me, little fool


Luxury, oh, you broke, bitch?
You call yourself luxurious, but you are actually poor, bitch?


Yeah, I had enough money in '02
Yes, I had sufficient money in 2002


To burn it in front of you, ho
To deliberately waste it in front of you, whore


Younger me? No, you the whack me
You are the version of me that is inferior and untalented


It's funny, but so true
It's amusing, but also very accurate


I'd rather be 80-year-old me than 20-year-old you
I would prefer to be my current 80-year-old self than your 20-year-old self


'Til I'm hitting old age, still can fill a whole page with a 10-year old's rage
Even when I become elderly, I will still be able to write an entire page filled with the anger of a 10-year-old


Got more fans than you in your own city, lil' kiddy
I have more fans than you in your own hometown, you little child


Go play, feel like I'm babysitting Lil Tay
Go and entertain yourself, I feel like I am taking care of a young child like Lil Tay


Got the Diddy okay so you spent your whole day
Got the approval of Diddy, so you wasted your entire day


Shootin' a video just to fuckin' dig your own grave
Filming a music video just to ruin your own career and reputation


Got you at your own wake, I'm the billy goat
I have you cornered at your own funeral, I am the greatest of all time


You ain't never made a list next to no Biggie, no Jay
You have never been mentioned alongside legends like Biggie or Jay-Z


Next to Taylor Swift, and that Iggy ho, you about to really blow
Next to Taylor Swift, and that Iggy bitch, you are on the verge of becoming enormously successful


Kelly, they'll be putting your name
Kelly, they will be associating your name


Next to Ja, next to Benzino, die, motherfucker
Next to Ja Rule, next to Benzino, perish, you motherfucker


Like the last motherfucker sayin' Hailey in vain
Just like the last person who said Hailey's name disrespectfully


Alien brain, you Satanist (yeah)
Strange and twisted mind, you are a Satan worshiper


My biggest flops are your greatest hits
My biggest failures are still more successful than your best work


The game's mine again and ain't nothin' changed but the locks
I have taken control of the rap game once again, and nothing has changed except the locks


So before I slay this bitch, mwah, give Jade a kiss
So before I completely destroy this person, mwah, I send a kiss to Jade


Gotta wake up Labor Day to this (the fuck?)
You will have to wake up on Labor Day and face the consequences of this diss track


Bein' rich-shamed by some prick usin' my name for clickbait
Being criticized by a jerk who uses my name for attention online


In a state of bliss 'cause I said his goddamn name
Feeling delighted because I mentioned his name in a negative way


Now I gotta cock back, aim, yeah, bitch, pop champagne to this
Now I have to prepare, target, and celebrate, yeah, bitch, toast to this


It's your moment, this is it
This is your chance, this is your time


As big as you're gonna get, so enjoy it
This is the peak of your success, so savor it


Had to give you a career to destroy it
I had to give you a chance at fame just so I could ruin it


Lethal injection, go to sleep six feet deep
This is a fatal dose, go to sleep and rest eternally


I'll give you a B for the effort, but if I was three
I will give you a passing grade for your attempt, but if I were three years old


Foot 11, you'd look up to me, and for the record
At five feet eleven inches, you would look up to me, and just to clarify


You would suck a dick to fuckin' be me for a second
You would do anything to be in my position for a brief moment


Lick a ballsack to get on my channel
Performing a degrading act to appear on my platform


Give your life to be this solidified
Devote your entire life to attain the same level of success and recognition as me


This mothafuckin' shit is like Rambo when he's out of bullets
This fucking situation is comparable to when Rambo runs out of ammunition


So what good is a fuckin' machine gun when it's out of ammo?
A machine gun is useless when it has no bullets left


Had enough of this tatted-up mumble rapper
I am tired of this tattoo-covered rapper who mumbles his lyrics


How the fuck can him and I battle?
How the hell can he and I compete against each other?


He'll have to fuck Kim in my flannel
He will have to engage in sexual relations with my wife, Kim, while I am wearing my flannel shirt


I'll give him my sandals
I will even give him my sandals


'Cause he knows long as I'm Shady, he's gon' have to live in my shadow
Because he knows that as long as I, Eminem, exist, he will always be overshadowed by my presence


Exhausting, letting off on my offspring
Tiring, constantly attacking my own child


Like a gun barrel, bitch, get off me
Like the barrel of a gun, back off and leave me alone, bitch


You dance around it like a sombrero, we can all see
You avoid the issue like someone dancing with a sombrero, and everyone can see it


You're fuckin' salty 'cause young Gerald's balls-deep inside of Halsey
You are jealous because the young rapper Gerald is having sexual relations with Halsey


Your red sweater, your black leather
Your red sweater, your black leather jacket


You dress better, I rap better
You have better fashion sense, but I am a superior rapper


That a death threat or a love letter?
Is that a threat of violence or a romantic message?


Little white toothpick
You skinny and weak individual


Thinks it's over a pic, I just don't like you, prick
You believe it is about a picture, but I simply dislike you, you arrogant person


Thanks for dissing me
Thank you for insulting me


Now I had an excuse on the mic to write, 'Not Alike'
Now I have a reason to write a diss track like 'Not Alike'


But really, I don't care who's in the right
But honestly, I do not care who is correct


But you're losin' the fight you picked
But you are losing the battle that you initiated


Who else want it, Kells?
Who else wants to engage in a conflict, Machine Gun Kelly?


Attempt fails, Budden, L's
Your efforts fail like Joe Budden, you are taking a loss


Fuckin' nails in these coffins as soft as Cottonelle
Hitting final blows that finish careers as effortlessly as a soft toilet paper


Killshot, I will not fail, I'm with the Doc still
Killshot, I will not be unsuccessful, I am still working with Dr. Dre


But this idiot's boss pops pills and tells him he's got skills
But this fool's boss, who abuses drugs, falsely assures him that he is talented


But Kells, the day you put out a hit's the day Diddy admits
But Kells, the day you release a successful track is the day Diddy confesses


That he put the hit out that got Pac killed, ah
That he ordered the assassination of Tupac, ah


I'm sick of you bein' whack
I am tired of you being terrible at what you do


And still usin' that mothafuckin' Auto-Tune, so let's talk about it (let's talk about it)
And still relying on that damn Auto-Tune, so let's discuss it (let's talk about it)


I'm sick of your mumble rap mouth
I am tired of the way you mumble your lyrics


Need to get the cock up out it before we can even talk about it (talk about it)
You need to remove the penis from your mouth before we can even have a conversation about it (talk about it)


I'm sick of your blonde hair and earrings
I am tired of your blonde hair and earrings


Just 'cause you look in the mirror and think you're Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers)
Just because you look in the mirror and believe you resemble Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers)


Don't mean you are, and you're not about it
Does not mean you actually are, and you do not possess the qualities you claim to have


So just leave my dick in your mouth, and keep my daughter out it
So just continue to keep my penis in your mouth, and do not involve my daughter in any way


You fuckin', oh
You, fuckin', oh


And I'm just playin', Diddy, you know I love you
And I am just joking, Diddy, you know I have affection for you




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Marshall Mathers, Ray Illya Fraser

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@keifermcpot4392

Imagine mgk daughter playing this every time she's mad at him

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@ambleighxx8920

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Lmfao

@superluckymeatboy5354

Mgk would strike his daughter with an actual killshot lol 😂

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@KasanovaVybe1990

🤣😂😂😂😂🤣😂🤣😂 It would be her way of being defiant.🤣🤣🤣

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@CollinAbroadcast

The fact that it's audio only and didn't go through making a video back probably hurts so much more lmao

@Swifter_70

u commented 16 hours ago

@ghostiboi2057

@@Swifter_Studiosand you’re here an hour later, we’re just high huh?

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@@ghostiboi2057lol

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