Killshot chords by Eminem

INTRO: Gm


VERSE:
Gm
You sound like a bitch, bitch
Gm
Shut the fuck up!
Gm
When your fans become your haters
Gm
You done?
Gm
Fuckin' beard's weird

Gm
Alright
Gm
You yellin' at the mic, fuckin' weird beard
Gm
We doin' this once
Gm
You yellin' at the mic, your beard's weird
Gm
Why you yell at the mic? (Illa)

VERSE:
Gm
Rihanna just hit me on a text
Gm
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
Gm
Damn, I'm really sorry you want me
Gm
To have a heart attack
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Was watchin' 8 Mile on my NordicTrack
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Realized I forgot to call you back
Gm
Here's that autograph for your daughter,
Gm
I wrote it on a Starter cap

Gm
Stan, Stan, son
Gm
Listen, man, Dad isn't mad
Gm
But how you gonna name yourself
Gm
After a damn gun and have a man-bun?
Gm
The giant's woke, eyes open, undeniable
Gm
Supplyin' smoke, got the fire stoked
Gm
Say you got me in a scope, but you grazed me
Gm
I say one call to Interscope and you're Swayze

Gm
Your reply got the crowd yelling, "Woo!"
Gm
So before you die let's see who can out-petty who
Gm
With your corny lines ("Slim, you're old")—ow, Kelly, ooh
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But I'm 45 and I'm still outselling you

Gm
By 29, 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
But you're a fuckin' mole hill
Gm
Now I'ma make a mountain out of you, woo!

Gm
Ho, chill, actin' like you put the chrome barrel
Gm
To my bone marrow
Gm
Gunner? Bitch, you ain't a bow and arrow
Gm
Say you'll run up on me like a phone bill,
Gm
Sprayin' lead (brrt)
Gm
Playin' dead, that's the only time you hold still (hold up)

Gm
Are you eating cereal or oatmeal?
Gm
What the fuck's in the bowl, milk? Wheaties or Cheerios?
Gm
'Cause I'm takin' a shit in 'em,
Gm
Kelly, I need reading material
Gm
…Dictionary…

Gm
"Yo, Slim, your last four albums sucked
Gm
Go back to Recovery," oh shoot,
Gm
That was three albums ago
Gm
What do you know? Oops
Gm
Know your facts before you come at me, lil' goof
Gm
Luxury, oh, you broke, bitch?

Gm
Yeah, I had enough money in '02
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To burn it in front of you, ho
Gm
Younger me? No, you're the wack me,
Gm
It's funny but so true
Gm
I'd rather be 80-year-old me than 20-year-old you

Gm
'Til I'm hitting old age
Gm
Still can fill a whole page with a 10-year-old's rage
Gm
Got more fans than you in your own city,
Gm
Lil' kiddy, go play
Gm
Feel like I'm babysitting Lil Tay

Gm
Got the Diddy okay so you spent your whole day
Gm
Shootin' a video just to fuckin' dig your own grave
Gm
Got you at your own wake, I'm the billy goat
Gm
You ain't never made a list next to no Biggie, no Jay
Gm
Next to Taylor Swift and that Iggy ho,
Gm
You about to really blow
Gm
Kelly, they'll be putting your name
Gm
Next to Ja, next to Benzino—die, motherfucker!
Gm
Like the last motherfucker sayin' Hailie in vain

Gm
Alien brain, you Satanist (yeah)
Gm
My biggest flops are your greatest hits
Gm
The game's mine again and
Gm
Ain't nothin' changed but the locks
Gm
So before I slay this bitch I, mwah, give Jade a kiss

Gm
Gotta wake up Labor Day to this (the fuck?)
Gm
Bein' rich-shamed by some prick
Gm
Usin' my name for clickbait
Gm
In a state of bliss 'cause I said his goddamn name
Gm
Now I gotta cock back, aim

Gm
Yeah, bitch, pop Champagne to this! (pop)
Gm
It's your moment
Gm
This is it, as big as you're gonna get, so enjoy it
Gm
Had to give you a career to destroy it

Gm
Lethal injection
Gm
Go to sleep six feet deep,
Gm
I'll give you a B for the effort
Gm
But if I was three-foot-eleven
Gm
You'd look up to me, and for the record
Gm
You would suck a dick to fuckin' be me for a second

Gm
Lick a ballsack to get on my channel
Gm
Give your life to be as solidified
Gm
This mothafuckin' shit is like Rambo
Gm
When he's out of bullets
Gm
So what good is a fuckin' machine gun
Gm
When it's out of ammo?

Gm
Had enough of this tatted-up mumble rapper
Gm
How the fuck can him and I battle?
Gm
He'll have to fuck Kim in my flannel
Gm
I'll give him my sandals
Gm
'Cause he knows, long as I'm Shady
Gm
He's gon' have to live in my shadow

Gm
Exhausting, letting off on my offspring
Gm
Lick a gun barrel, bitch, get off me!
Gm
You dance around it like a sombrero, we can all see
Gm
You're fuckin' salty
Gm
'Cause Young Gerald's balls-deep inside of Halsey

Gm
Your red sweater, your black leather
Gm
You dress better, I rap better
Gm
That a death threat or a love letter?
Gm
Little white toothpick
Gm
Thinks it's over a pic, I just don't like you, prick
Gm
Thanks for dissing me
Gm
Now I had an excuse on the mic to write "Not Alike"
Gm
But really, I don't care who's in the right
Gm
But you're losin' the fight you picked

Gm
Who else want it? Kells — 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
But this idiot's boss pops pills
Gm
And tells him he's got skills

Gm
But, Kells, the day you put out a
 Gm
Hit's the day Diddy admits
Gm
That he put the hit out that got Pac killed, ah!
Gm
I'm sick of you bein' wack
Gm
And still usin' that mothafuckin' Auto-Tune
Gm
So let's talk about it (let's talk about it)
Gm
I'm sick of your mumble rap mouth
Gm
Need to get the cock up out it
Gm
Before we can even talk about it (talk about it)

Gm
I'm sick of your blonde hair and earrings
Gm
Just 'cause you look in the mirror and think
 Gm
That you're Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers)
Gm
Don't mean you are, and you're not about it
Gm
So just leave my dick in your mouth
Gm
And keep my daughter out it

OUTRO:
Gm
You fuckin'… oh
Gm
And I'm just playin', Diddy
Gm
You know I love you