Killshot

Eminem

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                       Gm7 
You sound like a bitch bitch 


Shut the fuck up 

                           Gm7 
When your fans become your haters 


You done 


Fuck your beard's weird 

        Gm7 
Alright You yellin' at the mic you weird beard 


We doin' this once 

             Gm                               Gm 
Your beard's weird why you yellin' at the mic  


Rihanna just hit me on a text 

Gm                Eb 
Last night I left hickeys on her neck 

Gm 
Wait you just dissed me I'm perplexed 

Gm 
Insult me in a line compliment me on the next damn 

Gm                                                  Gm 
I'm really sorry you want me to have a heart attack  


Was watchin' eight Mile on my NordicTrack 

Gm 
Realized I forgot to call you back 

            Gm                                                      Gm 
Here's that autograph for your daughter I wrote it on a Starter cap  

              Gm         D7 
Stan Stan son listen man dad isn't mad 

G                               Gm 
But how you gonna name yourself after a damn gun and have a man bun 

    G7 Gm 
The   giant's woke eyes open undeniable 


Supplyin' smoke got the fire stoked 

G 
Say you got me in a scope but you grazed me 

Gm                G7 
I say one call to Interscope and you're Swayze 

G 
Your reply got the crowd yelling Woo 

   G 
So before you die let's see who can outpetty who 

          G 
With your corny lines 

                     G 
Ow Kelly ooh but I'm fortyfive and I'm still outselling you 

   Gm 
By twentynine I had three albums that had blew 

Gm 
Now let's talk about somethin' I don't really do 

      Gm 
Go in someone's daughter's mouth stealin' food 

                     Gm                                            Gm 
But you're a fuckin' mole hill now I'ma make a mountain out of you   woo 

                                               Gm 
Ho chill actin' like you put the chrome barrel to my bone marrow 

       D7 
Gunner Bitch you ain't a bow and arrow 

C7                Gm 
Say you'll run up on me like a phone bill sprayin' lead 

Gm                      C7                       Gm7 
Playin' dead that's the only time you hold still  


Are you eating cereal or oatmeal 

Gm7 
What the fuck's in the bowl milk Wheaties or Cheerios 

                                                     Gm7 
'cause I'm takin' a shit in 'em Kelly I need reading material 

                   Gm                    G7 
Dictionary Yo Slim your last four albums sucked 

           Gm                         D7 
Go back to Recovery oh shoot that was three albums ago 

G                                                     Gm 
What do you know Oops know your facts before you come at me lil' goof 

G7 
Luxury oh you broke bitch 

G      Gm 
Yeah I had enough money in 'two 

        Gm 
To burn it in front of you ho 

                            Gm 
Younger me No you the whack me 


It's funny but so true 

              Gm 
I'd rather be eighty year old me than twenty year old you 

     G                               G 
'til  I'm hitting old age still can fill a whole page with a ten year 


old's rage 

         Gm 
Got more fans than you in your own city lil' kiddy 

   Gm                 G7 
Go play feel like I'm babysitting Lil Tay 

        Gm                G7 
Got the Diddy okay so you spent your whole day 

           G7 
Shootin' a video just to fuckin' dig your own grave 

        G7 
Got you at your own wake I'm the billy goat 

                Gm                     G7 
You ain't never made a list next to no Biggie no Jay 

        Gm                    G 
Next to Taylor Swift and that Iggy ho you about to really blow 


Kelly they'll be putting your name 

        G                  Gm 
Next to Ja next to Benzino die motherfucker 

         G7 
Like the last motherfucker sayin' Hailey in vain 

G7 
Alien brain you Satanist 

G                         D7 
My biggest flops are your greatest hits 

           G7 
The game's mine again and ain't nothin' changed but the locks 

   Gm                                             Gm 
So before I slay this bitch mwah give Jade a kiss  

                                Gm 
Gotta wake up Labor Day to this  

                               Gm 
Bein' richshamed by some prick usin' my name for clickbait 

                    Gm 
In a state of bliss 'cause I said his goddamn name 

                 Gm7                                       Gm7 
Now I gotta cock back aim yeah bitch pop champagne to this  

          Gm             Gm7 
It's your moment this is it 

                                       Gm7 
As big as you're gonna get so enjoy it  


Had to give you a career to destroy it 

Gm 
Lethal injection go to sleep six feet deep 

G 
I'll give you a B for the effort but if I was three 

G 
Foot eleven you'd look up to me and for the record 

          Gm 
You would suck a dick to fuckin' be me for a second 

Gm                 G 
Lick a ballsack to get on my channel 

G 
Give your life to be as solidified 

                  G 
This mothafuckin' shit is like Rambo when he's out of bullets 

                Gm 
So what good is a fuckin' machine gun when it's out of ammo 

Gm 
Had enough of this tattedup mumble rapper 

                 Gm 
How the fuck can him and I battle 

                             Gm 
He'll have to fuck Kim in my flannel 


I'll give him my sandals 

                        Gm 
'cause he knows long as I'm Shady he's gon' have to live in my shadow 

Gm 
Exhausting letting off on my offspring 

G 
Like a gun barrel bitch get off me 

                    G 
You dance around it like a sombrero we can all see 

                     Gm                                               Gm 
You're fuckin' salty 'cause young Gerald's ballsdeep inside of Halsey  

                      G 
Your red sweater your black leather 

                   G 
You dress better I rap better 

                         Gm 
That a death threat or a love letter 


Little white toothpick 

            Gm 
Thinks it's over a pic I just don't like you prick 

           Gm 
Thanks for dissing me 

                               G 
Now I had an excuse on the mic to write Not Alike 

                                 G 
But really I don't care who's in the right 

                      Gm               Gm 
But you're losin' the fight you picked  

                 Gm 
Who else want it Kells 

                     G 
Attempt fails Budden L's 

                       Gm 
Fuckin' nails in these coffins as soft as Cottonelle 

         Gm 
Killshot I will not fail I'm with the Doc still 

         Gm                      D7 
But this idiot's boss pops pills and tells him he's got skills 

G 
But Kells the day you put out a hit's the day Diddy admits 

                D7 
That he put the hit out that got Pac killed ah 

D7 
I'm sick of you bein' whack 

          G7                      D7                           G7 
And still usin' that mothafuckin' AutoTune so let's talk about it 

                 G 
I'm sick of your mumble rap mouth 

        G7           Gm               D7                     Gm 
Need to get the cock up out it before we can even talk about it 


I'm sick of your blonde hair and earrings 

Gm                                     D7                            G7 
Just 'cause you look in the mirror and think you're Marshall Mathers  


Don't mean you are and you're not about it 

G7 
So just leave my dick in your mouth and keep my daughter out it 


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G7             G7 
You fuckin' oh  

                                      G7 
And I'm just playin' Diddy you know I love you 

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