Eminem dropped a surprise album last night called Kamikaze. He disses a plethora of rappers on a song called "The Ringer," which includes him calling out MGK's name. If that jab wasn't enough, he also dedicated a full song to diss the Cleveland rapper. You can read some of the lyrics from "Not Alike" below. Can't wait for Machine Gun Kelly's response!
You say you're affiliated with murderers, killas (ayy) The people you run with are thuggin' (gang) But you're just a wannabe gunna (gang) Like you was gonna do somethin' Actin' like you catchin' bodies (ayy) And you got juice, lil youngin, you're buggin' You ain't never even been charged in connection with battery Bitch, you ain't plugged in to nothin' Rap God spit lyrical bullets (boom) And gats cock, your partners better tool up This has not to do with muscular But have guns for sure, you better pull up Strap on, in other words if you're a Gunner Roll up with your (gang) you're gon' need a Arsenal 'Cause this bar is over your head So you better have arms if you're gonna pull up (skrrt) Oh, you run the streets, huh? Now you wanna come and fuck with me, huh? This little cock-sucker, he must be feelin' himself He wants to keep up his tough demeanor So he does a feature, decides to team up with Nina But next time you don't gotta use Tech N9ne If you wanna come at me with a sub-machine gun And I'm talkin' 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 commentin' on my daughter Hailie I keep on tellin' motherfuckers, bitches, in case you forgot really I need jaw memories, jaw like strawberry or pineapple, apricot jelly I respond rarely, but this time Shady 'bout to sound off Like a fuckin' cocked semi Glock, demi-god Let me put a silencer on this little non-threatening blond fairy cornball takin' shots at me You're not ready, fool, break yourself like Rocksteady Crew Obviously, I'm not gettin' through We can get it poppin' like Redenbach, lettin' off like Remy Ma Heavy artillery, gotta deal a harsh with a hard shell With a motherfuckin' heart bigger than Bizarre's belly Only time you'll ever say I lost You'll be talkin' 'bout Fetty Wap, better call Diddy Just to try to get me off and you better hope I don't call Trick Trick Bitch, this shit don't fly in our city Punk, you don't disrespect OGs, R.I.P. Prodigy