Rap Devil
Machine Gun Kelly Lyrics


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Oh my god, Ronny

Ay, somebody grab him some clippers
His fuckin' beard is weird
Tough talk from a rapper payin' millions for security a year
"I think my dad's gone crazy," yeah, Hailie, you right
Dad's always mad cooped up in the studio, yellin' at the mic
You're sober and bored, huh? (I know)
About to be forty-six years old, dog
Talkin' 'bout "I'ma call up Trick Trick"
Man, you sound like a bitch, bitch
Man up and handle your shit (ugh)
Mad about somethin' I said in 2012
Took you six years and a surprise album just to come with a diss
Homie we get it, we know that you're the greatest rapper alive
Fuckin' dweeb, all you do is read the dictionary and stay inside
Fuck Rap God, I'm the Rap Devil
Comin' bare-faced with a black shovel
Like the Armageddon when the smoke settle
His body next to this instrumental, I'm sayin'

I'm sick of them sweatsuits and them corny hats, let's talk about it
I'm sick of you bein' rich and you still mad, let's talk about it
Both of us single dads from the Midwest, we can talk about it
Or we could get gully, I'll size up your body
And put some white chalk around it

Let's talk about the fact you actually blackballed a rapper
That's twice as young as you (let's talk about it)
Let's call Sway, ask why I can't go on Shade 45 because of you (brrt)
Let's ask Interscope
How you had Paul Rosenberg tryin' to shelf me (huh?)
Still can't cover up the fact
Your last four albums is as bad as your selfie
Now tell me, what do you stand for? (what?)
I know you can't stand yourself (no)
Tryin' to be the old you so bad you Stan yourself (ha)
Let's leave all the beefin' to 50 (please)
Em, you're pushin' fifty
Why you claimin' I'ma call Puff?
When you the one that called Diddy (facts)
Then you went and called Jimmy (facts)
They conference called me in the morning (what?)
They told me you mad about a tweet
You wanted me to say sorry (what?)
I swear to God I ain't believe 'em (nah)
Please say it ain't so (no)
The big bad bully of the rap game can't take a fuckin' joke
Oh you want some fuckin' smoke (what?)
But not literally, you'll choke
Yeah I'll acknowledge you're the GOAT
But I'm The Gunner, bitch, I got you in the scope (brra)
Don't have a heart attack now (no)
Somebody help your mans up (help)
Knees weak of old age, the real Slim Shady can't stand up

I'm sick of them sweatsuits and them corny hats, let's talk about it
I'm sick of you bein' rich and you still mad, let's talk about it
Both of us single dads from the Midwest, we can talk about it
Or we could get gully, I'll size up your body
And put some white chalk around it

Hello Marshall, my name's Colson
You should go back to Recovery
I know your ego is hurtin'
Just knowin' that all of your fans discovered me (hi)
He like, "Damn, he a younger me
Except he dresses better and I'm ugly
Always making fun of me"
Stop all the thuggery, Marshall, you livin' in luxury (damn)
Look what you done to me
Dropped an album just because of me
Damn, you in love with me!
You got money but I'm hungry
I like the diss but you won't say them lyrics out in front of me
Shout out to every rapper that's up under me
Know that I'll never do you like this fuckery
Still bitter after everyone loves you
Pull that wedgie out your Dungarees (hey)
I gotta respect the OGs and I know most of 'em personally (ayy)
But you're just a bully actin' like a baby
So I gotta read you a nursery (nursery)
I'm the ghost of the future
And you're just Ebenezer Scrooge (facts)
I said on Flex anyone could get it
I ain't know it would be you

I'm sick of them sweatsuits and them corny hats, let's talk about it
I'm sick of you bein' rich and you still mad, let's talk about it
Both of us single dads from the Midwest, we can talk about it
Or we could get gully, I'll size up your body
And put some white chalk around it

Ridin' shotty 'cause I gotta roll this dope
It's a fast road when your idols become your rivals, yeah
Never hesitate to say it to your face, I'm a asshole
Bitch-ass motherfucker

We know you get nervous, Rabbit
I see Momma's spaghetti all over your sweater
I wish you would lose yourself on the records
That you made a decade ago, they were better
Accordin' to them, you're a national treasure
To me, you're as soft as a feather
The type to be scared to ask Rihanna for her number
Just hold her umbrella-ella-ella
"I'm not afraid," okay, Oscar the Grouch, chill on the couch (fuck)
You got an Oscar, damn
Can anyone else get some food in they mouth? (for real)
They made a movie about you, you're in everybody's top ten
You're not getting better with time
It's fine, Eminem, put down the pen
Or write an apology
Over the simple fact you had to diss to acknowledge me
I am the prodigy
How could I even look up to you? You ain't as tall as me
5'8" and I'm 6'4", seven punches hold your head still
Last time you saw 8 Mile was at home on a treadmill
You were named after a candy
I was named after a gangster (brr)
And don't be a sucker and take my verse
Off of Yelawolf's album, thank you (thank you)
I just wanna feed my daughter
You tryna stop the money to support her
You the one always talkin' 'bout the action
Text me the addy, I'm pullin' up scrappin'
And I'm by my fuckin' self, what's happenin'?
EST captain, salute me or shoot me
That's what he's gonna have to do to me
When he realizes there ain't shit he could do to me
Everybody always hated me, this isn't anything new to me
Yeah, there's a difference between us
I got all of my shit without Dre producin' me (ayy)
I know you're not used to me
Usually one of your disses should ruin me
But bitch I'm from Cleveland
Everybody quiet this evenin', I'm readin' the eulogy (shh)
Dropped an album called Kamikaze
So that means he killed him
Already fucked one rapper's girl this week
Don't make me call Kim

I'm sick of them sweatsuits and them corny hats, let's talk about it
I'm sick of you bein' rich and you still mad, let's talk about it
Both of us single dads from the Midwest, we can talk about it




Or we could get gully, I'll size up your body
And put some white chalk around it

Overall Meaning

In "Rap Devil," Machine Gun Kelly disses Eminem with harsh lyrics that criticize the rapper's age, music, and overall persona. Kelly starts with an ad-lib from producer Ronny J and goes on to mock Eminem's look with lines about his beard. He then points out the irony in Eminem's security measures despite his tough talk, and his daughter's accurate assessment of his behavior. Kelly highlights Eminem’s agitated attitude by claiming the rapper is “cooped up in the studio yellin’ at the mic”. He also talks about Eminem’s age, his obsession with dictionaries, and accuses him of blackballing a younger rapper, which highlights the rapper’s defensive and jealous tendencies. Kelly even goes on to claim that the entire rap game has been bitten by the Eminem bug and that it's time for him to step aside and let the younger generation step in.


The second verse follows a similar pattern with Kelly taking aim at Eminem's wealth, age, and personal life. He also calls out Eminem for preventing him from going on Shade 45 and implies the rapper used his influence at Interscope Records to push him to the sidelines. Kelly mocks Eminem for not being able to take jokes about himself and points out that while he acknowledges Eminem's greatness, he still sees himself as better (hence the "Rap Devil" title). Furthermore, the rapper even references Eminem's previous beef with Ja Rule and implies that 50 Cent should take care of him instead.


Line by Line Meaning

Oh my god, Ronny
Expressing surprise or shock


Ay, somebody grab him some clippers
Asking someone to bring clippers for trimming his weird beard


His fuckin' beard is weird
Pointing out that his beard looks strange


Tough talk from a rapper payin' millions for security a year
Calling out the hypocrisy of bragging while relying heavily on expensive security


"I think my dad's gone crazy," yeah, Hailie, you right
Agreeing with his daughter that his father is acting irrational


Dad's always mad cooped up in the studio, yellin' at the mic
Noting that his father spends most of his time in the studio, often angry and shouting into the microphone


You're sober and bored, huh? (I know)
Acknowledging that his father is now sober but still seems restless and unfulfilled


About to be forty-six years old, dog
Reminding his father of his age


Talkin' 'bout "I'ma call up Trick Trick"
Mocking his father's statement about contacting Trick Trick


Man, you sound like a bitch, bitch
Insulting his father, saying he sounds weak


Man up and handle your shit (ugh)
Encouraging his father to take responsibility and deal with his own issues


Mad about somethin' I said in 2012
Pointing out that his father is still upset about a comment made six years ago


Took you six years and a surprise album just to come with a diss
Mocking his father's delayed response and using a surprise album to deliver a diss track


Homie we get it, we know that you're the greatest rapper alive
Acknowledging that his father is considered one of the best rappers


Fuckin' dweeb, all you do is read the dictionary and stay inside
Insulting his father's intellectual pursuits and reclusive lifestyle


Fuck Rap God, I'm the Rap Devil
Challenging his father's status as a Rap God and claiming to be the Rap Devil


Comin' bare-faced with a black shovel
Approaching the situation directly, ready to bury his father's reputation


Like the Armageddon when the smoke settle
Comparing the aftermath of their conflict to the destruction of Armageddon


His body next to this instrumental, I'm sayin'
Symbolically placing his father's defeat next to the instrumental of the diss track




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Colson Baker, Nils Noehden, Ronald Oneil Spence

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@Jackson-id2nz

To be fair, everytime he screams “I’m not afraid” it gets me everytime

@Aftab1731

😆😆😂😆😂 ohh shit Mann, This guy's killings Eminem

@Mr.Limitless-1

@@Aftab1731 if this is your first time hearing this then listen to kamikaze and Killshot by Eminem

@ryborneinniss1222

5 years later we need another sacrifice to bring back em to life.

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