Killshot歌词 Eminem在专辑《Killshot》收录演唱的Killshot歌曲介绍及网友评价



[00:00.000] 作曲 : Marshall Mathers/Ray Fraser
[00:00.043] 作词 : Marshall Mathers
[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 who 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
[01:22.710]\"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 prick
[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 cock 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, prick
[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 cock 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