MACHINE GUN KELLY - Rap Devil (Eminem Diss) Chords and Lyrics

This single was released on 03 September 2018.


Vocals: Machine Gun Kelly ,
Producer(s): Ronny J,
Writer(s): Machine Gun Kelly ,

SongRating: 8.5/10

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Scale: A Minor
Time Signature: 4/4
Tempo: 75
Suggested Strumming: DU,DU,DU,DU
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[INTRO]
Am
 
Am
Oh my god, Ronny
 
[VERSE 1]
Am
Ayy, somebody grab him some clippers (Zzz)
Am
His fucking beard is weird
Am
Tough talk from a rapper paying 

Millions for security a year
Am
"I think my dad's gone crazy," 
Am
Yeah, Hailie, you right
Am
Dad's always mad cooped up in the studio, 
Am
Yelling at the mic

Am
You're sober and bored, huh (I know)
Am
About to be 46 years old, dog
Am
Talkin' 'bout "I'ma call up Trick Trick"
Am
Man, you sound like a bitch, bitch

Am
Man up and handle your shit (ugh)
Am
Mad about something I said in 2012
Am
Took you six years and a surprise album 
Am
Just to come with a diss

Am
Homie we get it, we know that 
Am
You're the greatest rapper alive
Am
Fucking dweeb, all you do is 
Am
Read the dictionary and stay inside
Am
Fuck Rap God, I'm the Rap Devil
Am
Coming bare-faced with a black shovel
Am
Like the Armageddon when the smoke settle
Am
His body next to this instrumental
Am
I'm saying
 

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[CHORUS]
Am
I'm sick of them sweatsuits and them corny hats, 
Am
Let's talk about it
Am
I'm sick of you being rich and you still mad, 
Am
Let's talk about it
Am
Both of us single dads from the Midwest, 
Am
We can talk about it
Am
Or we could get gully I'll size up your body 
Am
And put some white chalk around it
 
[VERSE 2]
Am
Let's talk about the fact you actually blackballed 
 Am
A rapper that's twice as young as you 
Am
(let's talk about it)
Am
Let's call Sway, ask why I can't go on 
Am
Shade 45 because of you (brrt)
Am
Let's ask Interscope how you had 
Am
Paul Rosenberg trying to shelf me (huh?)
Am
Still can't cover up the fact your last four albums 
Am
Is as bad as your selfie

Am
Now tell me, what do you stand for? (What?)
Am
I know you can't stand yourself (no)
Am
Trying to be the old you so bad you Stan yourself (ha)
Am
Let's leave all the beefing to 50 (please)
Am
Em you're pushing 50
Am
Why you claiming that I'ma call Puff?
Am
When you the one that called Diddy (facts)
Am
Then you went and called Jimmy (facts)
Am
They conference called me in the morning (what?)
Am
They told me you mad about a tweet
Am
You wanted me to say sorry (what?)
Am
I swear to God I ain't believe him (nah)
Am
Please say it ain't so (no)

Am
The big bad bully of the rap game 
Am
Can't take a fucking joke
Am
Oh you want some fucking smoke (what?)
Am
But not literally, you'll choke
Am
Yeah I'll acknowledge you're the GOAT
Am
But I'm The Gunner, bitch, 
Am
I got you in the scope (brra)
Am
Don't have a heart attack now (no)
Am
Somebody help your mans up (help)
Am
Knees weak of old age
Am
The real Slim Shady can't stand up
 
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[CHORUS]
Am
I'm sick of them sweatsuits and them corny hats, 
Am
Let's talk about it
Am
I'm sick of you being rich and you still mad, 
Am
Let's talk about it
Am
Both of us single dads from the Midwest, 
Am
We can talk about it
Am
Or we could get gully I'll size up your body 
Am
And put some white chalk around it
 
[VERSE 3]
Am
Hello Marshall, my name's Colson
Am
You should go back to Recovery
Am                                 
I know your ego is hurting just knowing 
Am
That all of your fans discovered me (hi)

Am
He like "Damn, he a younger me
Am
Except he dresses better and I'm ugly
Am
Always making fun of me"
Am
Stop all the thuggery Marshall, 
Am
You living in luxury (damn)

Am
Look what you done to me, 
Am
Dropped an album just because of me
Am
Damn, you in love with me
Am
You got money but I'm hungry
Am
I like the diss but you won't say those 
Am
Lyrics out in front of me
Am
Shout out to every rapper that's up under me
Am
Know that I'll never do you like this fuckery
Am
Still bitter after everyone loves you
Am
Pull that wedgie out your dungarees (hey)

Am
I gotta respect the OGs and 
Am
I know most of 'em personally (ayy)
Am
But you're just a bully acting like a baby 
Am
So I gotta read you a nursery (nursery)
Am
I'm the ghost of the future and 
Am
You're just Ebenezer Scrooge (facts)
Am
I said on Flex, anyone could get it
Am
I ain't know it would be you
 
[CHORUS]
Am
I'm sick of them sweatsuits and them corny hats, 
Am
Let's talk about it
Am
I'm sick of you being rich and you still mad, 
Am
Let's talk about it
Am
Both of us single dads from the Midwest, 
Am
We can talk about it
Am
Or we could get gully I'll size up your body 
Am
And put some white chalk around it

 
[BRIDGE]
Am
Riding shotty 'cause I gotta roll this dope
Am
It's a fast road when your 

Idols become your rivals, yeah
Am
Never hesitate to say it to your face, I'm an asshole
Am
Bitch ass motherfucker
Am
Oh my god, Ronny

[VERSE]
Am
We know you get nervous, Rabbit
Am
I see momma's spaghetti all over your sweater
Am
I wish you would lose yourself on the record 
Am
That you made a decade ago, they were better
Am
According to them you're a national treasure
Am
To me you're as soft as a feather
Am
The type to be scared to ask Rihanna for her number, 
Am
Just hold her umbrella-ella-ella

Am
"I'm not afraid," okay Oscar the Grouch, 
Am
Chill on the couch (fuck)
Am
You got an Oscar, damn can anyone else 
Am
Get some food in their mouth? (For real)

Am
They made a movie about you, 
Am
You're in everybody's top ten
Am
You're not getting better with time
Am
It's fine Eminem, put down the pen

Am
Or write an apology about the simple fact
Am
You had to write a diss to acknowledge me
Am
I am the prodigy, how could I even look up to you
Am
You ain't as tall as me
Am
5'8" and I'm 6'4"
Am
Seven punches hold your head still
Am
Last time you saw 8 Mile was at home on a treadmill

Am
You were named after a candy
Am
I was named after a gangster (brr)
Am
And don't be a sucker and take my verse off 
Am
Of Yelawolf's album, thank you (thank you)
Am
I just wanna feed my daughter
Am
You tried to stop the money to support her
Am
You the one always talk about the action
Am
Text me the addy, I'm pulling up scrappy
Am
And I'm by fucking myself, what's happenin'?
Am
EST captain, salute me or shoot me

 Am
That's what he's gonna have to do to me 
Am
When he realizes there ain't shit he could do to me
Am
Everybody always hated me, this isn't anything new to me
Am
Yeah there's a difference between us, 
Am
I got all of my shit without Dre producing me (ayy)
Am
I know you're not used to me
Am
Usually one of your disses should ruin me
Am
But bitch I'm from Cleveland, 
Am
Everybody quiet this evening, 
Am
I'm reading the eulogy (shh)
Am
Dropped an album called Kamikaze, 
Am
So that means it killed him
Am
Already fucked one rapper's girl this week, 
Am
Don't make me call Kim
 
[CHORUS]
Am
I'm sick of them sweatsuits and them corny hats, 
Am
Let's talk about it
Am
I'm sick of you being rich and you still mad, 
Am
Let's talk about it
Am
Both of us single dads from the Midwest, 
Am
We can talk about it
Am
Or we could get gully I'll size up your body 
Am
And put some white chalk around it

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