Killshot
作词 : Marshall Mathers
作曲 : Marshall Mathers/Ray Fraser
You sound like a *****, *****
Shut the **** up!
When your fans become your haters
You done?
******' beard's weird
All right
You yellin' at the mic, you weird beard
We doin' this once
You yellin' at the mic, your beard's weird
Why you yellin' at the mic? (Illa)
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 you 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 ******' 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? *****, you ain't a bow and arrow
Say you'll run up on me like a phone bill,
Sprayin' lead (brrt)
Playin' dead,
That's the only time you hold still (hold up)
Are you eating cereal or oatmeal?
What the ****'s in the bowl, milk?
Wheaties or Cheerios?
'Cause I'm takin' a **** 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, *****?
Yeah, I had enough money in '02
To burn it in front of you, ho
Younger me? No, you're the wack 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 ******' 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, ************!
Like the last ************ 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 ***** I, mwah, give Jade a kiss
Gotta wake up Labor Day to this (the ****?)
Bein' rich-shamed by some *****
Usin' my name for clickbait
In a state of bliss 'cause I said his goddamn name
Now I gotta **** back, aim
Yeah, *****, 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 **** to ******' be me for a second
Lick a ballsack to get on my channel
Give your life to be as solidified
This ***********' **** is like Rambo
When he's out of bullets
So what good is a ******' machine gun
When it's out of ammo?
Had enough of this tatted-up mumble rapper
How the **** can him and I battle?
He'll have to **** 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, *****, get off me!
You dance around it like a sombrero, we can all see
You're ******' 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, *****
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
******' 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 kill, ah!
I'm sick of you bein' wack
And still usin' that ***********' 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 **** 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 **** in your mouth
And keep my daughter out it
You ******'… oh
And I'm just playin', Diddy
You know I love you
KillshotLRC歌词
[00:00.000] 作词 : Marshall Mathers
[00:00.065] 作曲 : Marshall Mathers/Ray Fraser
[00:00.130]You sound like a *****, *****
[00:01.670]Shut the **** up!
[00:02.770]When your fans become your haters
[00:04.330]You done?
[00:04.930]******' beard's weird
[00:05.950]All right
[00:06.210]You yellin' at the mic, you weird beard
[00:07.910]We doin' this once
[00:08.360]You yellin' at the mic, your beard's weird
[00:09.900]Why you yellin' at the mic? (Illa)
[00:10.590]Rihanna just hit me on the text
[00:12.800]Last night I left hickeys on her neck
[00:15.150]Wait, you just dissed me? I'm perplexed
[00:17.520]Insult me in a line, compliment me on the next
[00:19.520]Damn, I'm really sorry you want me to have a heart attack
[00:22.020]Was watchin' 8 Mile on my NordicTrack
[00:24.500]Realized I forgot to call you back
[00:26.110]Here's that autograph for your daughter,
[00:27.750]I wrote it on a Starter cap
[00:28.920]Stan, Stan, son
[00:31.200]Listen, man, Dad isn't mad
[00:33.460]But how you gonna name yourself after a damn gun
[00:36.740]And have a man-bun?
[00:38.020]The giant's woke, eyes open, undeniable
[00:40.780]Supplyin' smoke, got the fire stoked
[00:42.440]Say you got me in a scope, but you grazed me
[00:44.570]I say one call to Interscope and you're Swayze
[00:46.980]Your reply got the crowd yelling, "Woo!"
[00:49.190]So before you die let's see you can out-petty who
[00:51.110]With your corny lines ("Slim, you're old")—ow, Kelly, ooh
[00:53.520]But I'm 45 and I'm still outselling you
[00:55.800]By 29, I had three albums that had blew
[00:58.130]Now let's talk about somethin' I don't really do
[01:00.440]Go in someone's daughter's mouth stealin' food
[01:02.040]But you're a ******' mole hill
[01:03.490]Now I'ma make a mountain out of you, woo!
[01:05.360]Ho, chill, actin' like you put the chrome barrel
[01:07.430]To my bone marrow
[01:08.280]Gunner? *****, you ain't a bow and arrow
[01:09.790]Say you'll run up on me like a phone bill,
[01:11.270]Sprayin' lead (brrt)
[01:12.340]Playin' dead,
[01:12.940]That's the only time you hold still (hold up)
[01:14.830]Are you eating cereal or oatmeal?
[01:16.620]What the ****'s in the bowl, milk?
[01:18.110]Wheaties or Cheerios?
[01:19.080]'Cause I'm takin' a **** in 'em,
[01:20.340]Kelly, I need reading material
[01:21.650]Dictionary
[01:22.710]"Yo, Slim, your last four albums sucked
[01:24.760]Go back to Recovery," oh shoot,
[01:26.400]That was three albums ago
[01:27.630]What do you know? Oops
[01:28.730]Know your facts before you come at me, lil' goof
[01:30.960]Luxury, oh, you broke, *****?
[01:32.540]Yeah, I had enough money in '02
[01:34.260]To burn it in front of you, ho
[01:35.580]Younger me? No, you're the wack me,
[01:36.970]It's funny but so true
[01:38.260]I'd rather be 80-year-old me than 20-year-old you
[01:41.160]'Til I'm hitting old age
[01:43.410]Still can fill a whole page with a 10-year-old's rage
[01:45.670]Got more fans than you in your own city,
[01:47.300]Lil' kiddy, go play
[01:48.420]Feel like I'm babysitting Lil Tay
[01:50.150]Got the Diddy okay so you spent your whole day
[01:52.370]Shootin' a video just to ******' dig your own grave
[01:54.560]Got you at your own wake, I'm the billy goat
[01:56.770]You ain't never made a list next to no Biggie, no Jay
[01:59.250]Next to Taylor Swift and that Iggy ho,
[02:01.170]You about to really blow
[02:02.180]Kelly, they'll be putting your name
[02:03.730]Next to Ja, next to Benzino—die, ************!
[02:06.160]Like the last ************ sayin' Hailie in vain
[02:08.350]Alien brain, you Satanist (yeah)
[02:11.030]My biggest flops are your greatest hits
[02:12.750]The game's mine again
[02:13.730]And ain't nothin' changed but the locks
[02:15.120]So before I slay this ***** I, mwah, give Jade a kiss
[02:17.780]Gotta wake up Labor Day to this (the ****?)
[02:20.560]Bein' rich-shamed by some *****
[02:22.420]Usin' my name for clickbait
[02:23.760]In a state of bliss 'cause I said his goddamn name
[02:25.890]Now I gotta **** back, aim
[02:27.470]Yeah, *****, pop Champagne to this! (pop)
[02:29.230]It's your moment
[02:30.650]This is it, as big as you're gonna get, so enjoy it
[02:33.300]Had to give you a career to destroy it
[02:35.640]Lethal injection
[02:36.850]Go to sleep six feet deep,
[02:37.920]I'll give you a B for the effort
[02:39.550]But if I was three-foot-eleven
[02:40.950]You'd look up to me, and for the record
[02:42.500]You would suck a **** to ******' be me for a second
[02:44.480]Lick a ballsack to get on my channel
[02:46.890]Give your life to be as solidified
[02:48.750]This ***********' **** is like Rambo
[02:50.330]When he's out of bullets
[02:51.290]So what good is a ******' machine gun
[02:52.730]When it's out of ammo?
[02:53.870]Had enough of this tatted-up mumble rapper
[02:55.840]How the **** can him and I battle?
[02:57.060]He'll have to **** Kim in my flannel
[02:58.750]I'll give him my sandals
[03:00.010]'Cause he knows long as I'm Shady,
[03:01.280]He's gon' have to live in my shadow
[03:02.790]Exhausting, letting off on my offspring
[03:05.200]Like a gun barrel, *****, get off me!
[03:06.760]You dance around it like a sombrero, we can all see
[03:09.140]You're ******' salty
[03:09.930]'Cause Young Gerald's balls-deep inside of Halsey
[03:12.020]Your red sweater, your black leather
[03:15.180]You dress better, I rap better
[03:17.320]That a death threat or a love letter?
[03:19.600]Little white toothpick
[03:20.800]Thinks it's over a pic, I just don't like you, *****
[03:22.970]Thanks for dissing me
[03:23.930]Now I had an excuse on the mic to write "Not Alike"
[03:26.690]But really, I don't care who's in the right
[03:28.300]But you're losin' the fight you picked
[03:29.910]Who else want it, Kells?
[03:32.930]Attempt fails, Budden, L's
[03:35.130]******' nails in these coffins as soft as Cottonelle
[03:38.760]Killshot, I will not fail, I'm with the Doc still
[03:41.000]But this idiot's boss pops pills
[03:42.530]And tells him he's got skills
[03:43.840]But, Kells,
[03:44.510]The day you put out a hit's the day Diddy admits
[03:46.650]That he put the hit out that got Pac kill, ah!
[03:49.060]I'm sick of you bein' wack
[03:50.110]And still usin' that ***********' Auto-Tune
[03:52.040]So let's talk about it (let's talk about it)
[03:53.440]I'm sick of your mumble rap mouth
[03:54.690]Need to get the **** up out it
[03:56.250]Before we can even talk about it (talk about it)
[03:57.980]I'm sick of your blonde hair and earrings
[03:59.630]Just 'cause you look in the mirror and think
[04:01.180]That you're Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers)
[04:02.590]Don't mean you are, and you're not about it
[04:04.190]So just leave my **** in your mouth
[04:05.430]And keep my daughter out it
[04:06.640]You ******'… oh
[04:09.010]And I'm just playin', Diddy
[04:10.480]You know I love you
