Machine Gun Kelly ‘Rap Devil’ Lyrics: Eminem Diss Track

Machine Gun Kelly wasted no time firing back at Eminem. After Eminem dropped a surprise album Kamikaze last week, everyone was discussing the multiple rappers that were dissed on the record. Everyone from Drake to Chance the Rapper to Lil Yachty and Lil Pump were in Eminem’s crosshairs as he went off.

That included Machine Gun Kelly, who received this shot from Slim Shady:

“But next time you don’t gotta use Tech N9ne if you wanna come at me with a sub-machine gun / And I’m talking to you but you already know who the f*ck you are, Kelly / I don’t use sublims and sure as f*ck don’t sneak-diss / But keep commenting on my daughter Hailie.”

Machine Gun Kelly has now fired back with his own diss track titled “Rap Devil” where he takes shots at Eminem’s relationships throughout his career, makes multiple references to 8 Mile, and continues talking about Eminem’s daughter Hailie.

You can check out the full lyrics to “Rap Devil” below.


Machine Gun Kelly ‘Rap Devil’ Lyrics

[Intro]

Oh my god, Ronny

[Verse 1]

Ayy somebody grab him some clippers (Zzz)
His f*cking 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 b*tch, b*tch
Man up and handle your sh*t (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
F*cking dweeb, all you do is read the dictionary and stay inside
F*ck 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 (Brr)
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 believed him (Nah)
Please say it ain’t so (No)
The big bad bully of the rap game can’t take a f*cking joke
Oh you want some f*cking smoke (What?)
But not literally, you’ll choke
Yeah I’ll acknowledge you’re the GOAT
But I’m The Gunner, b*tch, 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 f*ckery
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 (Aye)
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
Never hesitate to say it to your face, I’m an asshole
B*tch ass motherf*cker
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 (F***)
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 f*

F*cking 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 sh*t 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 sh*t without Dre producing me (Aye)
I know you’re not used to me
Usually one of your disses should ruin me
But b*tch 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 f*cked 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