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Im standing up for not just myself, but my generation. MGK claims that his comment about Eminem’s daughter led to him allegedly being banned from certain media outlets.ĭuring a freestyle rap with the LA Lakers in 2017, MGK even rapped: ‘I’m my favourite rapper alive since my favourite rapper banned me from Shade 45.’ Shade 45 is a music channel which plays uncensored hip hop music.Īnd after Eminem responded with Not Alike, the Cleveland-born rapper, born Richard Colson Baker, decided to kick off his Monday by responding to the Kamikaze shots fired by the Slim Shady rapper.Īnnouncing his diss track to his 3.4million Instagram followers, Machine Gun Kelly wrote: ‘FUCK RAP GOD IM THE RAP DEVIL…good morning the track entitled Rap Devil, MGK claims Eminem’s is no longer one of the greatest rappers alive rapping: ‘Still can’t cover up the fact the last four albums as bad as your selfie.’ Rapper Machine Gun Kelly (Picture: John Sciulli/Getty Images for Samsung)įans may recall that MGK’s angered the Lose Yourself hitmaker in 2012 when he tweeted that his daughter, Hailie, was ‘hot as f***’. All of that rappity-rap, lyrical miracle bullshit, any n***a that want it like that, that think they want it with me? I don’t think you would fare well.’ You better go ask some n***as close to you. He continued his tirade in a second clip in which he reveals he is tempted to return to the studio to teach Eminem a lesson. I inspired the Hopsins, the Logics, the Coles, theīrought the world 50 Cent, you did squat, piss and moan I belong here, clown, don’t tell me ’bout the culture Put my feet up and just make myself at home Use your telephone and go fetch me the remote Walk up in this house you own, thrust my pelvic bone That’s who I’m doin’ it for, the rest I don’t really even careīut you would think I’m carryin’ a Oxford dictionary in my pocketĪnd what’s scary is you probably can compare me to your car ’cause I’m just barely gettin’ started (woo)Īnd far as Lord Jamar, you better leave me the hell alone Somewhere some kid is bumpin’ this while he lip-syncs in the mirror When rap needed it most, I was that wing and a prayerĪ beacon of hope, put a B-I-R-D in the air Time to separate the sheep from goats (yeah)Īnd I got no faith in your writers, I don’t believe in ghosts Then give Album of the Year to somebody that no one’s ever even heard ofĪll I know is I wrote every single word of So they nominate ’em, get ’em there, get a name to MC the show They suck the blood from all the biggest artists like some leeches When I stole the show (ha), sorry if I took forever (haha)Īnd I’ll be here after you make your run-in for youĭetractors, I might have to fuck Pitchfork with a corkscrewĪnd then tell the Grammys to go and fuck themselves The fans waited for this moment like that feature Whatever his name is to help you put together It’s because you worship D12’s balls, you’re sack-religious Tyler create nothin’, I see why you called yourself a (faggot), bitch My attack is vicious, Jack the Ripper, back in business This is how I shot ahead (pew)-Gabby Giffords Stackin’ ammunition, slap the clip and cock it back on competition You know me better, thinkin’ I’ll slow or let upĭre said, “Hold your head up!”-Kathy Griffin Lackin’ with it, “he ain’t spittin’ like this on his last shit”
Like you had it when you thought you had me slippin’ at the tellyĮven when I’m gettin’ brain, you’ll never catch me with a thot
Say this shit is trash again, I’ll have you twisted The closest thing he’s had to hits is smackin’ bitchesĪnd don’t make me have to give it back to Akademiks Somebody tell Budden before I snap, he better fasten it I can take all of you motherfuckers on at once I’m sick and tired of waitin’, I done lost my patience Maybe I just don’t know when to turn around and walk awayīut all the hate, I call it “Walk on Water” gate Next minute, they get their style from Migos or they copy Drake If my response is late, it’s just how long it takes You’d swear to God I forgot I’m the guy that made “Not Afraid” They won’t tell me what not to say (nope) In that first marijuana tape-guess I got a chronic case (yeah)Īnd I ain’t just blowin’ smoke, ‘less it’s in your momma’s face Went from addict to a workaholic, word to Dr. Got no time to waste, I’m already late, I got a marathoner’s pace Gotta concentrate, against the clock I race Three’s not a crowd all up in it, slow fire Maybe it’s time I tell ’em what I think about themĬan’t hear it coming down the hallway stairs from the parking lot You know, everybody’s been tellin’ me what they think about me for the last few months