Chords for Eminem - KILLSHOT (MGK Diss) (Music Video)

You sound like a bitch, bitch.
Shut the fuck up.
And your fans become your haters.
You done?
Weird, weird. Alright.
You yelling at the mic.
You doing this once.
You want me to smoke?
Why you yelling at the mic?
Rihanna just hit me on a text.
[Gm] 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 watching 8 Mile on my Nauta track.
Realized I forgot to call you back.
Here's that autograph for your daughter.
I wrote it on a starter cap.
[Eb] Stan, Stan, son, listen.
[D] Man, dad [Eb] isn't mad.
But, how you gonna name yourself after a damn gun and have a man bun?
Giant smoke, eyes open undeniable.
Supplying smoke, got the fire stoked.
Say you got me in a smoke, but you grazed me.
I say one call to Interscope and you Swayze.
Your reply got the crowd yelling woo.
So before you die, let's see who can out Betty who with your corny lines.
Slim you're old now, Kelly ooh.
But I'm 45 and I'm still out [Gm] selling you.
By 29 I had three albums that had blew.
Now let's talk about something I don't really do.
Going someone's daughter's mouth stealing food.
But you're a fucking mohill.
Now I'm gonna make a mountain out of you.
Ho [Dm] chill, acting like you put the chrome barrel to my [Eb] phone barrel.
Gunna bitch, you ain't a bow and arrow.
Say you'll run up on me like a phone bill.
Spraying lead, playing dead.
That's the only time [Gm] you hold still.
Are you eating cereal or oatmeal?
What the fuck's in the bowl, milk?
Wheaties or Cheerios?
Cause I'm taking a shit in them, Kelly.
I need reading material.
Dictionary.
Yo Slim, your last [Eb] four albums suck.
Go back to recovery.
Oh [D] shoot, that was three albums [Eb] ago.
What do you know?
Oops.
Know your facts before you come at me, little goof.
Luxury O.
[Gm] You broke, bitch?
Yeah.
I had enough money in [G] O2 to burn it in front of you, ho.
Younger me?
No, you don't whack me.
It's funny but so true.
I'd rather be 80 year old me than 20 year old you.
[Eb] Till I'm hitting O-H.
Still can fill a whole page with a 10 year old's rage.
Got more fans than you in your own city, little kitty.
Go play.
Feel like I'm babysitting Lil Tay.
Got the ditty OK.
So you spend your whole day shooting a video.
Just to fucking dig your own grave.
Got to get your own wake.
I'm the Billy goat.
You ain't never made a list.
Next to no Giggy, no Jay.
Next to Taylor Swift and the Iggy ho.
You about to really glow, [D] Kelly.
They'll be putting your [Eb] name next to Charne, next to Benzino.
Fly, motherfucker, like the last motherfucker saying alien vein, alien brain.
You skate mist?
My biggest flops are your greatest hits.
[D] The game's mine again and ain't nothing changed but the locks.
So before I slay this bitch, I'm gonna give Jay [Gm] the kiss.
Got to wake up Labor Day to this.
[D] Being rich shamed by [Gm] some prick using my name for clickbait in a state of bliss.
Cause I said his goddamn name, now I got a cock back aim.
Yeah, bitch, hop 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.
Fleece, throwing jacks [Eb] and go to sleep.
Six feet deep.
I'll give you a [D] beat 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 fucking be me for a second.
Liquor balls like to get on my channel.
Give your life to be as solidified.
This [Eb] motherfucking shit is like Rambo when he's out of bullets.
So what good is a fucking machine gun when it's out of ammo?
[Gm] Had enough of this tatted up mumbo rap.
I had to fucking him in eye battle.
[D] He'll have to fuck Kim in [Eb] my flannel.
I'll give him my sandals cause he knows long as I'm shady, he's gonna 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 fucking salty cause young Gerald's balls deep inside a Halsey.
Your red sweater, your black leather.
[D] You dress better, [Eb] I rap better.
That a death threater, a love letter.
Little white tooth pick thinks it's over a pick.
I just don't like you, prick.
Thanks for dissing me.
Now I had an excuse on the mic to write not a light.
But really I don't care who's on the right.
But you're losing the fight you pick.
Who else wanted Cal's attempt?
[D] Cal's button?
[Eb] Al's fucking nails.
In these coffins as soft as cotton ale.
Kill shot, I will not fail.
I'm with the gut still, but this idiot's boss pops pills.
And tells him he's got skills.
But Cal's the day you put out a hit.
The day Diddy admits that he put the hit out.
Think I pop [D] kill, ah?
I'm sick of you being whack and still using that motherfucking [Eb] autotune.
So let's talk about it.
I'm sick of your mumble rap mouth.
Need to get the cock about it before we can even talk about it.
I'm sick of your blonde hair and earrings.
Cause you look in the mirror and think that you're Marsha Mathers.
Don't mean you are and you're not about it.
So just leave a dick in