KillShot Guitar Chords For Beginner – Eminem (THE RAP GOD)

KillShot Guitar Chords For Beginner - Eminem (THE RAP GOD) | Lemat Academy |

KillShot Guitar Chords For Beginner by Eminem A.k.a (THE RAP GOD).

KillShot Guitar Chords For Beginner - Eminem (THE RAP GOD) | Lemat Academy |
KillShot Guitar Chords For Beginner – Eminem (THE RAP GOD) | Lemat Academy |

Suggested Strumming :- D UUD UUD

Gm

(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)

(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 to have a heart attack
(Gm)Was watchin’ 8 Mile on my NordicTrack
(Gm)Realized I forgot to call you back
(Gm)Here’s that autograph for your daughter, 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 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
(Gm)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 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, 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, Kelly, I need reading material
(Gm)…Dictionary…
(Gm)”Yo, Slim, your last four albums sucked
(Gm)Go back to Recovery,” oh shoot, 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? Yeah, I had enough money in ’02
(Gm)To burn it in front of you, ho
(Gm)Younger me? No, you’re the wack me, 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, 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, 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 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 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, 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 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 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 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 and tells him he’s got skills
(Gm)But, Kells, the day you put out a 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 and keep my daughter out it

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(Gm)You fuckin’… oh
(Gm)And I’m just playin’, Diddy
(Gm)You know I love you

Author: Shubh Gajjar

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