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eminem - overkill (mgk diss) - lil byte lyrics

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it feels like i have to suffer daily taunts from a baby, dog. mgk, come on, your aim is off. man, you’re spraying wrong. plus, your lable barred you from namedropping, so, how are you going to take shots when the f*cking safety’s on? and subs only make a gun lesser, but my shotty’s so big it’ll pop your ears as you sh*t yourself! that’s why i call it deaf occasion. oh, sh*t, an anorexic transs*xual flexing his style while retroactively correcting his lines on stage and blows it. couldn’t maintain thе flow, what a shamefull show, b*tch! my punches break your linеs and i’m only getting better with time! i put the rest below me, your punches break your bones. so, you’re only getting better with time when put to rest below me. think we’re comparable, kell? well, tell. h*ll, just one album of mine sold more than all your albums combined. rap devil, oh my? what a f*cking blasphemous lie. you couldn’t even come close to, say, ten, if you counted to find everyone who has kelly ranked in their five best rappers alive. you’re a f*cking mistake, kell, as your status is tied to the outcome when somebody has to divide zero by zero, ‘cause like mumblerap, you’re just another error gone by. (or, has it?) ideally, i’ll reveal what’s up and why he thinks he’s beelzebub. yeah, really tough, you sissy punk. who the f*ck did he rub or feel the wrong way to be dressing in all pink? looking like jigglypuff. and, still he wonders why every song gets slept on when he sings and such. you ditsy dumb, skinny f*ck! sh*t, i’m starting to feel pity for this onetrick filly, diddy nutloving silly c*nt. but, here’s the nitty gritty, kelly, giddy up, because, you’re pretty much nothing but one of them wh0res diddy f*cked!

i got nothing to gain, nothing to lose, but they say it’s overk!ll. did not even aim, gunning for you, but they say it’s overk!ll. i wanted to maim, what did i do? what they say is overk!ll. overk!ll, so i guess it’s overk!ll. oh, kelly are you okay? (okay?) oh, kelly, are you okay? (okay?) oh, tell me are you okay? (okay?) are you okay? (okay?) are you okay, kelly? (kelly?)

you and megan have ceased, now she’s messaging me. (ha, ha!) i guess i got the umbrella she needs. see, kelly, it means you’re falling in threes, an l a, l, a, l, a, level so bleak you better pull it. but, kell is in need of ammo ‘cause he keeps sweating bullets whenever his peeps start mentioning me! you got no breathing room ‘cause i sun you so much i go clean through you like neutrinos do. there’s no hotter seat for you. your secrets oose. i’ll shine a spotlight so bright it’s like peroxide is bleaching you. so, if no heat dies, he dyes! plus, it’s drago’s speech to boot, yeah. not to egoboost, but d*mn, good job, kelly. that’s honestly the truth ‘cause now i can see the reason why you need to use the devil as your reference, ‘cause your greatest trick was to make us all not believe in you! he’s as about as bad as the red guy from cow and chicken, yes sir. i’ll be the exorcist with pleasure, twisting necks is simple leisure. i guess ben was the exception, ‘cause kell’s career [has] been branded as a wrecking king with vengeance, going after hitmen, head first! with a mouth like his you’re d*mn sure puff daddy will have tested that to ascertain his d*mn worth! yeah, bang for buck. so, kelly, uh, how many bl*wj*bs did it take to be called the “demolition expert”? by the sound of it, it’s well earned. but it’s your own career that went first! (facts!) i’m fighting gnats for the sake of americans. i don’t like your tats. yeah, they’re way too embarrassing. even michael jacks, in his grave like a ferris wheel! you went from white to black, yet still pale in comparison! (ha!) but, i might in fact be the blame for appearances, ‘cause my ink had him on pins and needles so f*cking bad that a dye like that was just waiting to bear it’s skin. just a suicidal brat trying to paint over what tears at him

i’m never backing machine gun, but back in michigan, i was branded “billy the kid” before i had the recognition of the globe and it’s folk. see, i was always the g.o.a.t, therefore the only goat he could ever become is the sacrificial one! genres i won’t swap, but bet i’ll switch up guns to see the noggin of a punk, pop! guess i’ll give you a call, son. was you born dumb or what? ‘cause you look like you’ve been strangled with the umbilical chord by your own mother! (facts!) music wise, you switch on your fans, now it just blows harder. or, was that diddy’s demand? and his is so long that no matter how instant or fast you have your reb*ttals on the go, you’ll always be the actual choke artist! so colson won’t bother to freestyle. (why?) ‘cause, to his boss, to go off the dome is a nostarter. (ha, ha!) this scrawny v*lv* wants a whole lot of food in his mouth, but no matter what diddy says, only d*ck is a bad diet. b*tch, is it satire, you sitting there, sad? tie your laces he said, but sat, tired. man, despite your name and your brand, i’m beginning to think that you lack iron. d*mn, i think not alike must’ve broken machine gun that’s why it led him to onejam. and, it backfired, k!llshot, by his own hands. perhaps, i’m too d*mn violent, but man, why did you do it like that one time in the kitchen when you almost k!lled yourself while your daughter slept by herself in the other room?! now, that’s wild! just like that time at the breakfast club when he said he had another clip on standby, but had to put that sh*t away. when the meat is beef it’s just another clip of stan, bye, b*tthead! put that sh*t away! also, how are you going to look the other way when i got you pressed in a headlock? them antidepressant meds probably gotten you messed up. kell’s about to hit bedrock. question; what do you call it when somebody dies ‘cause of a legshot?

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