Відео

Best remake ive found 👌

It's your moment, this is it As big as you're gonna get, so enjoy it Had to give you a career to destroy it Lethal injection, go to sleep six feet deep I'll give you a B for the effort, but if I was three Foot 11, you'd look up to me, and for the record You would suck a dick to fuckin' be me for a second

It sounds like a chief keef type beat

may i use this??????

AirPods on 3%: I’ll wait

The dub over thing is ALLOWING THE AUDIOPHILE OF REAL LIFE REAL TIME ABUSE TO SCAPEGOAT A SERIOUS AND COWARDLY SYNDICATE RESPONSIBLE FOR CRIMES SUCH AS SALLY ANN AND GRENFELL DUNCAN LEWIS DRUM AND MONKEY HYDE AND ROWE SKANSKA LANSDOWNE RD CR02BN Palm motion snuff sensor servers and the REMOTE CONTROL AI IT'S NOT...... SNUFF

Man, this instrumental is not right, at least at the beginning, I don't know the rest 😶

Playing killshot instrumental at mgk's front house 😎 At dawn 😴😳

عارفها الفكرة واصلة فتينتك خليها حاصلة من يومك عيل مش راجل كوال ماشي بالواسطة ديما قلمي باري اسمعني ياجاري خليها فبالك k ديناري تاكل 9 باسطة تبي وجهين وباسطة l 4 lfee not scared اللي فبالي قاصدة you need memory card فعقلي ماسه الفاظه listen beat old schold وكلامي جسمكك هارد عقلي تخدم حواسه الدنيا تجارب تحارب كل حد وافعالة انت عندك عقل نيوتن وافعالك زبالة وكان عع الميتة ميتة وحدة مافيش محالة زوز انفار تحفر فقبرك بالمسحة والبالة صدقني الدنيا فانية وافعال الناس مش هانية واللي تحسابه صاحب دايم يرخي بيك فثانية وكان عالسم موجود فليبيا قبل 2008 مسجل عندك بورفيق وراخي بيك قبالة خليك كل شي متقبل لانه بيجيك بالدبل فيه لي ضاقت بيه الدنيا فدت علق حبل تبي تمشي امورك صلي ماتخلقش سبل ومش الراب دايرلي قدر ني معروف من قبل عندي خوت رجالة ديما قايمين القدر قدام ومايردوش التالي خابطينها عالصدر لما تربخ تربخ ربخت مافيهاش اي عذر بن نسامو عايش راجل لافها شبر شبر دوخة ماتديرش رجولة صدقني بالعكس والتافه ديما تافه افلامه عع النتفلكس وكلامك كله متقال تخنب فالليركس وراس امك امسح شلالك خود كلينكس دنيا محاولات مرة تصيب مرة تخيب واني عمري ماخبتش كل شي عندي فالجيب والشي اللي فبالي ديما نشبح فيه قريب والقحب اللي فيه تمارس صدقني شي غريب متقولش قديم بالعكس الامسي كيف بادي 2024 لا قبل السنة هادي مواليد 2008 نقول فراب ك شخص عادي رمزاوي كاين محبوس ومقضي فالانفرادي صعب تلقى فعمري رابر هادا شي خيالي speak English in rap hip hop كلام فالعالي وكلامي فاليوتيوب متصنف محتوى احتيالي الله يرحم الرجالة والشيخ متالي همك تجيب فيوزات همي نجيب الكاش انت تكلم فمزيتات واني نكلم فالبقاج طالب مني فيتات مانقدرش فالاوباش والشي اللي بيه مريت قبلنا جربناه يحاج حياتي اني متلخبطة ديما قاعد فحوازه ديما فالاستمرارية برذر مافيهاش اجازة تنوض الساعة 5 عشية من الشايب ناخذ اعازة مستحيل تاخد اجازة الا لما تكون جنازة وفالحاالة هاذي نفرح نستنى امتى تجي جنازة ترا افتحلي بندي ي مرندي يرجى الازاحة

MGK always got some perfect idolization for himself.

Machine Gone Kelly

Although I must say that this beat sounds different than the one on the actual track

I have a habit of scratching my balls and then smelling my hand

Love this shit

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I want this to be played at my funeral

Kill the devil with a speech that is speechless . Type “yes”, if you are in allegiance with Lord Jesus . I come with a sword for the demons, walking through storms in the strength of the weakness . Do what it takes! I’m already beaten , still never fade.. praising on Jesus, He gave me the spirit i needed. Now ima stand at allegiance ! Do what I can and mean it ! Love my brothers like He did! Cast out Demons! Heal the sick! Plead for the widow and the fatherless!

This diss track broke the internet back then

Isnt this Dax's Style?

How in the living fuck can this be produced on vocals ? Funeral acoustics or something ?

Cheers to em's taste , even his own beats are always on point. PURE CLASS

You sound like a bitch, bitch Shut the fuck up When your fans become your haters You done? Fuck, your beard's weird Alright You yellin' at the mic, you weird beard We doin' this once Your beard's weird, why you yellin' at the mic? Rihanna just hit me on a text Last night I left hickeys on her neck Wait, you just dissed me? I'm perplexed Insult me in a line, compliment me on the next, damn I'm really sorry you want me to have a heart attack Was watchin' 8 Mile on my NordicTrack Realized I forgot to call you back Here's that autograph for your daughter, I wrote it on a Starter cap Stan, Stan, son, listen, man, dad isn't mad But how you gonna name yourself after a damn gun and have a man bun? The giant's woke, eyes open, undeniable Supplyin' smoke, got the fire stoked Say you got me in a scope, but you grazed me I say one call to Interscope and you're Swayze Your reply got the crowd yelling, "Woo" So before you die let's see who can out-petty who With your corny lines (Slim you're old) Ow, Kelly, ooh, but I'm 45 and I'm still outselling you By 29 I had three albums that had blew Now let's talk about somethin' I don't really do Go in someone's daughter's mouth stealin' food But you're a fuckin' mole hill, now I'ma make a mountain out of you, woo! Ho, chill, actin' like you put the chrome barrel to my bone marrow Gunner? Bitch, you ain't a bow and arrow Say you'll run up on me like a phone bill, sprayin' lead Playin' dead, that's the only time you hold still Are you eating cereal, or oatmeal? What the fuck's in the bowl, milk? Wheaties or Cheerios? 'Cause I'm takin' a shit in 'em, Kelly, I need reading material Dictionary Yo Slim, your last four albums sucked Go back to Recovery, oh shoot, that was three albums ago What do you know? Oops, know your facts before you come at me, lil' goof Luxury, oh, you broke, bitch? Yeah, I had enough money in '02 To burn it in front of you, ho Younger me? No, you the whack me It's funny, but so true I'd rather be 80 year old me than 20 year old you 'Til I'm hitting old age, still can fill a whole page with a 10 year old's rage Got more fans than you in your own city, lil' kiddy Go play, feel like I'm babysitting Lil Tay Got the Diddy okay so you spent your whole day Shootin' a video just to fuckin' dig your own grave Got you at your own wake, I'm the billy goat You ain't never made a list next to no Biggie, no Jay Next to Taylor Swift, and that Iggy ho, you about to really blow Kelly, they'll be putting your name Next to Ja, next to Benzino, die, motherfucker Like the last motherfucker sayin' Hailey in vain Alien brain, you Satanist (yeah) My biggest flops are your greatest hits The game's mine again and ain't nothin' changed but the locks So before I slay this bitch, mwah, give Jade a kiss Gotta wake up Labor Day to this (the fuck?) Bein' rich-shamed by some prick usin' my name for clickbait In a state of bliss 'cause I said his goddamn name Now I gotta cock back, aim, yeah, bitch, pop champagne to this It's your moment, this is it As big as you're gonna get, so enjoy it Had to give you a career to destroy it Lethal injection, go to sleep six feet deep I'll give you a B for the effort, but if I was three Foot 11, you'd look up to me, and for the record You would suck a dick to fuckin' be me for a second Lick a ballsack to get on my channel Give your life to be as solidified This mothafuckin' shit is like Rambo when he's out of bullets So what good is a fuckin' machine gun when it's out of ammo? Had enough of this tatted-up mumble rapper How the fuck can him and I battle? He'll have to fuck Kim in my flannel I'll give him my sandals 'Cause he knows long as I'm Shady, he's gon' have to live in my shadow Exhausting, letting off on my offspring Like a gun barrel, bitch, get off me You dance around it like a sombrero, we can all see You're fuckin' salty 'cause young Gerald's balls-deep inside of Halsey Your red sweater, your black leather You dress better, I rap better That a death threat or a love letter? Little white toothpick Thinks it's over a pic, I just don't like you, prick Thanks for dissing me Now I had an excuse on the mic to write, "Not Alike" But really, I don't care who's in the right But you're losin' the fight you picked Who else want it, Kells? Attempt fails, Budden, L's Fuckin' nails in these coffins as soft as Cottonelle Killshot, I will not fail, I'm with the Doc still But this idiot's boss pops pills and tells him he's got skills But Kells, the day you put out a hit's the day Diddy admits That he put the hit out that got Pac killed, ah I'm sick of you bein' whack And still usin' that mothafuckin' Auto-Tune, so let's talk about it (let's talk about it) I'm sick of your mumble rap mouth Need to get the cock up out it before we can even talk about it (talk about it) I'm sick of your blonde hair and earrings Just 'cause you look in the mirror and think you're Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers) Don't mean you are, and you're not about it So just leave my dick in your mouth, and keep my daughter out it You fuckin', oh And I'm just playin', Diddy, you know I love you

8 years later and Filthy Frank is still right about instrumental videos lmao

Aye yo its me again rapping up my weed again

Me escuto por um instante Eu tô distante Dissimulado o bastante

Play this at MGK’s funeral

Even this instrumental could murder MGK

That song took me to the grave, MGK.

It’s a closed casket when he dies, they be wondering why, all I can say is he thinks I’m bitch made, I think he let that pride get to his brain, he dealt with too much pain don’t get him Nate, he busts at me I’m bustin back and if he succeeds his mother his sisters and his cousins are never coming back

Nemusíš se o mě bát , Budu o more tom psát , nenechám se ojebávat ani plyvat na svý boty budu za svým plotem stát A Zdravit idioty já vím, jde to znát, vím že přijde znovu pád na hubu a krok za krokem

This is fire

حطلي فايب ميلوديك طافي عقلي باردي حلمي غير البارادي تعرفني راجل مانبرادي واش ياخو fuck U Trabajo rock u Meme ti7 fchabka nji bark for you Mi cojo tadi ghir mi cojo Fi DZ illon mask hakm ga3 domain Deep zed piont mark khliha dmn mandronji dir cask ana roban Les MC fi ydi 3ndi arms roben Hala tragic Futurak w pasique Ur rhyms pasique Cariar blastique Hi men listen Nwli just un monster

Funeral track been made. Video going up tn. Exceptional reproduction of this track. Good shit. track: tba

من هلسنق كيل شوت ريمكس

Pbt ain’t shit , they carry nines by the hip, they try to stab fia quick , get yo brain split split , jr he go clip , the chin off of wannabe animals , but they bitches like little rascals ,aim the glock at his asshole.

Tụi tao xuất hiện từ bên trong bóng tối Wow !Ở bên trong bóng tối Nơi đây đéo phải là chỗ đùa, thì mày cứ thử đi khi mà mày chống đối Khi mà mày bước vào đây không còn một lối thoát Cơ thể của mày dần dần đang thối nát Đừng nhìn mặt tao khi mày đang nói đùa

Agressivo e temido como um Cérbero Facilmente posso arrancar seu cérebro Como um aniversário, sua ruína eu celebro Seja bem vindo ao seu labirinto de Dédalo Atiro tanta "punch line" que seu corpo vira um estande e fica em "stand by" Pra fazer rima tenho muitos "bytes" E pra mc sem criatividade eu dou "bye bye"! Se o rap fosse espinafre, eu seria o Popeye. Vão queimar como Pompéia, e eu não poupo "fire" Porquê todo mundo virou artista do hype Que se dane a qualidade, o que importa é gerar like Pro "rap game" eu sou Garfield rodeado de Segunda-feira "Rapper" de segunda é o mais vendido em feira Me fizeram soltar a fera, e eu rimo a Vera Vocês me encheram de cáries de tanto que só rimam besteira Vão cair como a Babilônia Persigo como uma assombração Vão fugindo para a Patagônia Porquê aqui a minha sombra são Me chamam de Diabo da Tazmania Faço estrago como um furacão Vou matar tantos que terei uma coletânea De cabeças em um só caixão.

Imagine making a diss track while rockin a baby pony tail.

this should be the song played at mgks funeral when he dies

0:08

Eminem killed ya boy with a diss he wrote in 13 minutes let’s talk about it

" Man. mane.stoo listen. this. is. one of. thee. greatest. beats. might. just. use. to. start. some. heat"🔥🎤

" I'm bout have a heart attack "🎤

GUUUUMP! Why did you disassemble that machine gun so quickly Gump?

Still here and still funny that Em made MGK quit rap 🤣🤡

You sound like a bitch, bitch Shut the fuck up When your fans become your haters You done? Fuckin' beard's weird Alright You yellin' at the mic, fuckin' weird beard (You want smoke) We doin' this once You yellin' at the mic, your beard's weird Why you yell at the mic? (Illa) [Verse] Rihanna just hit me on a text Last night I left hickeys on her neck Wait, you just dissed me? I'm perplexed Insult me in a line, compliment me on the next Damn, I'm really sorry you want me to have a heart attack Was watchin' 8 Mile on my NordicTrack Realized I forgot to call you back Here's that autograph for your daughter, I wrote it on a Starter cap Stan, Stan, son Listen, man, Dad isn't mad But how you gonna name yourself after a damn gun And have a man-bun? The giant's woke, eyes open, undeniable Supplyin' smoke, got the fire stoked Say you got me in a scope, but you grazed me I say one call to Interscope and you're Swayze Your reply got the crowd yelling, "Woo!" So before you die let's see who can out-petty who With your corny lines ("Slim, you're old")-ow, Kelly, ooh But I'm 45 and I'm still outselling you By 29, I had three albums that had blew Now let's talk about somethin' I don't really do Go in someone's daughter's mouth stealin' food But you're a fuckin' mole hill Now I'ma make a mountain out of you, woo! Ho, chill, actin' like you put the chrome barrel to my bone marrow Gunner? Bitch, you ain't a bow and arrow Say you'll run up on me like a phone bill, sprayin' lead (Brrt) Playin' dead, that's the only time you hold still (Hold up) Are you eating cereal or oatmeal? What the fuck's in the bowl, milk? Wheaties or Cheerios? 'Cause I'm takin' a shit in 'em, Kelly, I need reading material …Dictionary… "Yo, Slim, your last four albums sucked Go back to Recovery," oh shoot, that was three albums ago What do you know? Oops Know your facts before you come at me, lil' goof Luxury, oh, you broke, bitch? Yeah, I had enough money in '02 To burn it in front of you, ho Younger me? No, you the wack me, it's funny but so true I'd rather be 80-year-old me than 20-year-old you 'Til I'm hitting old age Still can fill a whole page with a 10-year-old's rage Got more fans than you in your own city, lil' kiddy, go play Feel like I'm babysitting Lil Tay Got the Diddy okay so you spent your whole day Shootin' a video just to fuckin' dig your own grave Got you at your own wake, I'm the billy goat You ain't never made a list next to no Biggie, no Jay Next to Taylor Swift and that Iggy ho, you about to really blow Kelly, they'll be putting your name Next to Ja, next to Benzino-die, motherfucker! Like the last motherfucker sayin' Hailie in vain Alien brain, you Satanist (Yeah) My biggest flops are your greatest hits The game's mine again and ain't nothin' changed but the locks So before I slay this bitch I, mwah, give Jade a kiss Gotta wake up Labor Day to this (The fuck?) Bein' rich-shamed by some prick usin' my name for clickbait In a state of bliss 'cause I said his goddamn name Now I gotta cock back, aim Yeah, bitch, pop Champagne to this! (Pop) It's your moment This is it, as big as you're gonna get, so enjoy it Had to give you a career to destroy it Lethal injection Go to sleep six feet deep, I'll give you a B for the effort But if I was three-foot-eleven You'd look up to me, and for the record You would suck a dick to fuckin' be me for a second Lick a ballsack to get on my channel Give your life to be as solidified This mothafuckin' shit is like Rambo when he's out of bullets So what good is a fuckin' machine gun when it's outta ammo? Had enough of this tatted-up mumble rapper How the fuck can him and I battle? He'll have to fuck Kim in my flannel I'll give him my sandals 'Cause he knows, long as I'm Shady he's gon' have to live in my shadow Exhausting, letting off on my offspring Lick a gun barrel, bitch, get off me! You dance around it like a sombrero, we can all see You're fuckin' salty 'Cause Young Gerald's balls-deep inside of Halsey Your red sweater, your black leather You dress better, I rap better That a death threat or a love letter? Little white toothpick Thinks it's over a pic, I just don't like you, prick Thanks for dissing me Now I had an excuse on the mic to write "Not Alike" But really I don't care who's in the right But you're losin' the fight you picked Who else want it? Kells-attempt fails! Budden-L's! Fuckin' nails in these coffins as soft as Cottonelle Killshot, I will not fail, I'm with the Doc still But this idiot's boss pops pills and tells him he's got skills But, Kells, the day you put out a hit's the day Diddy admits That he put the hit out that got Pac killed, ah! I'm sick of you bein' wack And still usin' that mothafuckin' Auto-Tune So let's talk about it (Let's talk about it) I'm sick of your mumble rap mouth Need to get the cock up out it Before we can even talk about it (Talk about it) I'm sick of your blonde hair and earrings Just 'cause you look in the mirror and think That you're Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers) Don't mean you are, and you're not about it So just leave my dick in your mouth and keep my daughter out it

beat amazing

You sound like a bitch, bitch Shut the fuck up When your fans become your haters You done? Fuck, your beard's weird Alright You yellin' at the mic, you weird beard We doin' this once Your beard's weird, why you yellin' at the mic? Rihanna just hit me on a text Last night I left hickeys on her neck Wait, you just dissed me? I'm perplexed Insult me in a line, compliment me on the next, damn I'm really sorry you want me to have a heart attack Was watchin' 8 Mile on my NordicTrack Realized I forgot to call you back Here's that autograph for your daughter, I wrote it on a Starter cap Stan, Stan, son, listen, man, dad isn't mad But how you gonna name yourself after a damn gun and have a man bun? The giant's woke, eyes open, undeniable Supplyin' smoke, got the fire stoked Say you got me in a scope, but you grazed me I say one call to Interscope and you're Swayze Your reply got the crowd yelling, "Woo" So before you die let's see who can out-petty who With your corny lines (Slim you're old) Ow, Kelly, ooh, but I'm 45 and I'm still outselling you By 29 I had three albums that had blew Now let's talk about somethin' I don't really do Go in someone's daughter's mouth stealin' food But you're a fuckin' mole hill, now I'ma make a mountain out of you, woo! Ho, chill, actin' like you put the chrome barrel to my bone marrow Gunner? Bitch, you ain't a bow and arrow Say you'll run up on me like a phone bill, sprayin' lead Playin' dead, that's the only time you hold still Are you eating cereal, or oatmeal? What the fuck's in the bowl, milk? Wheaties or Cheerios? 'Cause I'm takin' a shit in 'em, Kelly, I need reading material Dictionary Yo Slim, your last four albums sucked Go back to Recovery, oh shoot, that was three albums ago What do you know? Oops, know your facts before you come at me, lil' goof Luxury, oh, you broke, bitch? Yeah, I had enough money in '02 To burn it in front of you, ho Younger me? No, you the whack me It's funny, but so true I'd rather be 80 year old me than 20 year old you 'Til I'm hitting old age, still can fill a whole page with a 10 year old's rage Got more fans than you in your own city, lil' kiddy Go play, feel like I'm babysitting Lil Tay Got the Diddy okay so you spent your whole day Shootin' a video just to fuckin' dig your own grave Got you at your own wake, I'm the billy goat You ain't never made a list next to no Biggie, no Jay Next to Taylor Swift, and that Iggy ho, you about to really blow Kelly, they'll be putting your name Next to Ja, next to Benzino, die, motherfucker Like the last motherfucker sayin' Hailey in vain Alien brain, you Satanist (yeah) My biggest flops are your greatest hits The game's mine again and ain't nothin' changed but the locks So before I slay this bitch, mwah, give Jade a kiss Gotta wake up Labor Day to this (the fuck?) Bein' rich-shamed by some prick usin' my name for clickbait In a state of bliss 'cause I said his goddamn name Now I gotta cock back, aim, yeah, bitch, pop champagne to this It's your moment, this is it As big as you're gonna get, so enjoy it Had to give you a career to destroy it Lethal injection, go to sleep six feet deep I'll give you a B for the effort, but if I was three Foot 11, you'd look up to me, and for the record You would suck a dick to fuckin' be me for a second Lick a ballsack to get on my channel Give your life to be as solidified This mothafuckin' shit is like Rambo when he's out of bullets So what good is a fuckin' machine gun when it's out of ammo? Had enough of this tatted-up mumble rapper How the fuck can him and I battle? He'll have to fuck Kim in my flannel I'll give him my sandals 'Cause he knows long as I'm Shady, he's gon' have to live in my shadow Exhausting, letting off on my offspring Like a gun barrel, bitch, get off me You dance around it like a sombrero, we can all see You're fuckin' salty 'cause young Gerald's balls-deep inside of Halsey Your red sweater, your black leather You dress better, I rap better That a death threat or a love letter? Little white toothpick Thinks it's over a pic, I just don't like you, prick Thanks for dissing me Now I had an excuse on the mic to write, "Not Alike" But really, I don't care who's in the right But you're losin' the fight you picked Who else want it, Kells? Attempt fails, Budden, L's Fuckin' nails in these coffins as soft as Cottonelle Killshot, I will not fail, I'm with the Doc still But this idiot's boss pops pills and tells him he's got skills But Kells, the day you put out a hit's the day Diddy admits That he put the hit out that got Pac killed, ah I'm sick of you bein' whack And still usin' that mothafuckin' Auto-Tune, so let's talk about it (let's talk about it) I'm sick of your mumble rap mouth Need to get the cock up out it before we can even talk about it (talk about it) I'm sick of your blonde hair and earrings Just 'cause you look in the mirror and think you're Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers) Don't mean you are, and you're not about it So just leave my dick in your mouth, and keep my daughter out it You fuckin', oh And I'm just playin', Diddy, you know I love you

My name's AM and I'm feeling hella ruthless Y'all are basic so I'm Killin every crew with My artilery I'm trill as weezy move it I'm a strangle you until you really spew scripts I'm like Joyner Lucas cuz I'm more than human I destroy you losers with the skill I been a nuisance Fuck these rappers their annoying to me I'm a scorch the booth cuz I am iller than you stupid I'm raw chopping up haters with my barretta Y'all not rhyming like AM you getting severed I bomb artists and spray em with every letter Y'all soft just like blanket I'm bouta end ya I'm like a loco motive I be steady smokin posers Y'all are corny which ya flows and I'm a scorch you when I go in I just destroy ya set and leave you in the morge to rest cuz all of y'all annoying witchy rhymes and now you getting roasted My name's Emilio and I'm really a criminal I'm a peel you with syllables as I kill you with simple flows.... I don't care aboutchya I'm a cynicle billy goat I'ma deaded everybody cuz I'm literally Ill and dope I'm stacking paper out rappin haters y'all wack get sprayed I spaz out shanking All of y'all lil whatever's with out a train of thought I been a boss I'm attacking fakers with gats and Bayonets Now get dismantled up in a.battle for soundin basic Get demolished hoe I'm finna slaughter all you little Yachties with a arsinal This kid a monster yo I really chop up foes I been a problem try to solve it bro I got the weaponry so I'm stomping out enemies on the mic cuz I been a beast I out rhyme every lil emcee I be steady puffin all this pine till I'm really geeked I'm a crush every spitter because I'm violent when Killin beats

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