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Machine Gun Kelly Fires Back At Eminem With “Rap Devil” Diss Track

After Eminem called out Machine Gun Kelly on the Kamikaze track “Not Alike,” MGK is back with a diss track aimed at his former “idol.”

Titled “Rap Devil,” the roughly five-minute song finds MGK laying into Em over Shady’s 2013 track “Rap God.”

From jabs about his sobriety and “weird beard” to accusations Em tried to have Paul Rosenberg shelve MGK’s career, the Cleveland-bred rapper goes into full-on battle mode.

“Tough talk from a rapper paying millions for security a year,” he raps. “I think my dad’s gone crazy,’ yeah Hailie you right/Dad’s always mad cooped up in the studio yelling at the mic/You’re sober and bored, huh (I know)/About to be 46 years old, dog.”

MGK addressed his decision to release the track via Twitter on Monday morning (September 3) and insinuated it was his responsibility to defend an entire generation of rappers.

“I’m standing up for not just myself, but my generation,” he wrote.” im doing the same shit you did back in ur day. life is still real on my side, and i had to take time from the grind to defend myself from someone i called an idol. love, Rap Devil.”

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im standing up for not just myself, but my generation. im doing the same shit you did back in ur day. life is still real on my side, and i had to take time from the grind to defend myself from someone i called an idol. love, Rap Devil.

 

 

Em’s line about MGK stems from a 2012 tweet. MGK wrote Shady’s daughter Hailie was “hot as fuck,” which evidently didn’t sit well with Em.

“And I’m talking to you but you already know who the fuck you are, Kelly/ I don’t use sublims and sure as fuck don’t sneak-diss/ But keep commenting on my daughter Hailie,” he spits on “Not Alike.”

MGK’s initial reaction was to bust out the champagne but clearly he spent some time over the weekend plotting his response to someone he initially said inspired him to rap.

Watch the “Rap Devil” video above and check out the lyrics via Genius below.

[Intro]
Oh my god, Ronny

[Verse 1]
Ayy, somebody grab him some clippers (Zzz)
His fucking beard is weird

Tough talk from a rapper paying millions for security a year
“I think my dad’s gone crazy,” yeah, Hailie, you right
Dad’s always mad cooped up in the studio, yelling at the mic

You’re sober and bored, huh (I know)
About to be 46 years old, dog
Talkin’ bout “I’ma call up Trick Trick”
Man, you sound like a bitch, bitch
Man up and handle your shit (ugh)

Mad about something I said in 2012
Took you six years and a surprise album just to come with a diss

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

I’m saying

[Chorus]
I’m sick of them sweatsuits and them corny hats, let’s talk about it
I’m sick of you being rich and you still mad, let’s talk about it

Both of us single dads from the Midwest, we can talk about it
Or we could get gully I’ll size up your body and put some white chalk around it

[Verse 2]
Let’s talk about the fact you actually blackballed a rapper that’s twice as young as you (let’s talk about it)
Let’s call Sway, ask why I can’t go on Shade 45 because of you (brrt)

Let’s ask Interscope how you had Paul Rosenberg trying to shelf me (huh?)
Still can’t cover up the fact your last four albums is as bad as your selfie
Now tell me, what do you stand for? (What?)
I know you can’t stand yourself (no)

Trying to be the old you so bad you Stan yourself (ha)
Let’s leave all the beefing to 50 (please)
Em you’re pushing 50

Why you claiming that I’ma call Puff?
When you the one that called Diddy (facts)
Then you went and called Jimmy (facts)
They conference called me in the morning (what?)
They told me you mad about a tweet
You wanted me to say sorry (what?)
I swear to God I ain’t believe him (nah)
Please say it ain’t so (no)
The big bad bully of the rap game can’t take a fucking joke

Oh you want some fucking smoke (what?)
But not literally, you’ll choke
Yeah I’ll acknowledge you’re the GOAT
But I’m The Gunner, bitch, I got you in the scope (brra)

Don’t have a heart attack now (no)
Somebody help your mans up (help)
Knees weak of old age
The real Slim Shady can’t stand up

[Chorus]
I’m sick of them sweatsuits and them corny hats, let’s talk about it
I’m sick of you being rich and you still mad, let’s talk about it

Both of us single dads from the Midwest, we can talk about it
Or we could get gully I’ll size up your body and put some white chalk around it

[Verse 3]
Hello Marshall, my name’s Colson
You should go back to Recovery

I know your ego is hurting just knowing that all of your fans discovered me (hi)
He like “Damn, he a younger me
Except he dresses better and I’m ugly
Always making fun of me”
Stop all the thuggery Marshall, you living in luxury (damn)
Look what you done to me, dropped an album just because of me
Damn, you in love with me

You got money but I’m hungry
I like the diss but you won’t say those lyrics out in front of me
Shout out to every rapper that’s up under me
Know that I’ll never do you like this fuckery

Still bitter after everyone loves you
Pull that wedgie out your dungarees (hey)
I gotta respect the OGs and I know most of ’em personally (ayy)
But you’re just a bully acting like a baby so I gotta read you a nursery (nursery)

I’m the ghost of the future and you’re just Ebenezer Scrooge (facts)
I said on Flex, anyone could get it
I ain’t know it would be you

[Chorus]
I’m sick of them sweatsuits and them corny hats, let’s talk about it
I’m sick of you being rich and you still mad, let’s talk about it

Both of us single dads from the Midwest, we can talk about it
Or we could get gully I’ll size up your body and put some white chalk around it

[Bridge]
Riding shotty ’cause I gotta roll this dope
It’s a fast road when your idols become your rivals, yeah
Never hesitate to say it to your face, I’m an asshole
Bitch ass motherfucker
Oh my god, Ronny

[Verse 4]
We know you get nervous, Rabbit
I see momma’s spaghetti all over your sweater
I wish you would lose yourself on the record that you made a decade ago, they were better

According to them you’re a national treasure
To me you’re as soft as a feather
The type to be scared to ask Rihanna for her number, just hold her umbrella-ella-ella
“I’m not afraid,” okay Oscar the Grouch, chill on the couch (fuck)
You got an Oscar, damn can anyone else get some food in their mouth? (For real)
They made a movie about you, you’re in everybody’s top ten
You’re not getting better with time
It’s fine Eminem, put down the pen
Or write an apology about the simple fact you had to write a diss to acknowledge me

I am the prodigy, how could I even look up to you
You ain’t as tall as me
5’8″ and I’m 6’4″
Seven punches hold your head still
Last time you saw 8 Mile was at home on a treadmill
You were named after a candy
I was named after a gangster (brr)

And don’t be a sucker and take my verse off of Yelawolf’s album, thank you (thank you)
I just wanna feed my daughter
You tried to stop the money to support her

You the one always talk about the action
Text me the addy, I’m pulling up scrappy
And I’m by fucking myself, what’s happenin’?

EST captain, salute me or shoot me
That’s what he’s gonna have to do to me when he realizes there ain’t shit he could do to me
Everybody always hated me, this isn’t anything new to me
Yeah there’s a difference between us, I got all of my shit without Dre producing me (ayy)
I know you’re not used to me
Usually one of your disses should ruin me
But bitch I’m from Cleveland, everybody quiet this evening, I’m reading the eulogy (shh)
Dropped an album called Kamikaze, so that means it killed him
Already fucked one rapper’s girl this week, don’t make me call Kim

[Chorus]
I’m sick of them sweatsuits and them corny hats, let’s talk about it
I’m sick of you being rich and you still mad, let’s talk about it

Both of us single dads from the Midwest, we can talk about it
Or we could get gully I’ll size up your body and put some white chalk around it