eminems killshot
One of the greatest diss track ever created by Eminem, directed tø the rapper Machine gun kelly, after Kelly dissed Eminem with his diss “rap devil” he should’ve sat there and not reply but he needed Em’s clout ball juice so he can get even møre recognition, apparently he wøn’t reply back tø his diss unless it’s á surprise.
Eminem literally had tø give Kelly a career tø destroy it, nøw, some øf his fáns ánd eminem stans are hating him because øf this.
Some øf yøu fáns need tø chyll ánd remember how ráp dissing each other started, unless he fools thousands of people again.
Eminem literally had tø give Kelly a career tø destroy it, nøw, some øf his fáns ánd eminem stans are hating him because øf this.
Some øf yøu fáns need tø chyll ánd remember how ráp dissing each other started, unless he fools thousands of people again.
Eminems killshot lyrics
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
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 wack me, it's funny but so true
I'd rather be 80-year-old me than 20-year-old you
Now I gotta cock back, aim Yeah, bitch, 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 dick to fuckin' be me for a second I'm sick of you bein' wack 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 That 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
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
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 wack me, it's funny but so true
I'd rather be 80-year-old me than 20-year-old you
Now I gotta cock back, aim Yeah, bitch, 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 dick to fuckin' be me for a second I'm sick of you bein' wack 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 That 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
eminems killshot by Kamouflage September 30, 2018
