RAP DEVIL
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Intro: Machine Gun Kelly & Sammi Giancola
(Oh my God, RONNY) AyyVerse 1
Somebody grab him some clippers (Zzt), his fuckin' beard is weirdTough talk from a rapper payin' millions for security a year"I think my dad's gone—" (Ah), yeah, Hailie, you rightDad's always mad, cooped up in the studio, yellin' at the micYou sober and bored, huh? (I know) 'Bout to be forty-six years old, dogTalkin' 'bout "I'ma call up Trick Trick," man, you sound like a bitch, bitchMan up and handle your shit (Ugh)Mad about somethin' I said in 2012, took you six years and a surprise album just to come with a diss? (Huh)Homie, we get it, we know that you're the greatest rapper aliveFuckin' dweeb, all you do is read the dictionary and stay insideFuck "Rap God," I'm the Rap DevilComin' bare-faced with a black shovelLike the Armageddon when the smoke settleHis body next to this instrumental, I'm sayin'Chorus
I'm sick of them sweatsuits and them corny hats, let's talk about itI'm sick of you bein' rich, and you still mad, let's talk about itBoth of us single dads from the Midwest, we can talk about itOr we could get gully, I'll size up your body and put some white chalk around it (Ayy)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 up to Shade 45 because of you (Brrt)Let's ask Interscope how you had Paul Rosenberg tryin' to shelf me (Huh?)Still can't cover up the fact your last four albums is bad as your selfieNow tell me, what do you stand for? (What?)I know you can't stand yourself (True)Tryna be the old you so bad, you stan yourself (Ha)Let's leave all the beefin' to 50 (Please), Em, you're pushin' fiftyWhy you claimin' 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 mornin' (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 fuckin' jokeOh, you want some fuckin' smoke (What?)But not literally, you'll chokeYeah, I'll acknowledge you're the GOATBut I'm The Gunner, bitch, I got you in the scope (Brrah)Don't have a heart attack now (Uh), somebody help your mans up (Help)Knees weak of old age, the real Slim Shady can't stand upChorus
I'm sick of them sweatsuits and them corny hats, let's talk about it (Let's talk)I'm sick of you bein' rich, and you still mad, let's talk about it (Let's talk)Both of us single dads from the Midwest, we can talk about it (Uh-huh)Or we could get gully, I'll size up your body and put some white chalk around itVerse 3
Hello, Marshall, my name's Colson; you should go back to Recovery (Phew)I know your ego is hurtin', just knowin' that all of your fans discovered me (Hi)He like, "Damn, he a younger me, 'cept he dresses better and I'm ugly, always makin' fun of me"Stop all the thuggery, Marshall, you livin' in luxury (Ayy)Look what you done to me, dropped an album just because of me, damn, you in love with meYou got money, but I'm hungry, I like the diss, but you won't say them lyrics out in front of meShout-out to every rapper that's up under me, know that I'll never do you like this fuckeryStill bitter after everyone loves you, pull that wedgie out your dungarees (Ayy)I gotta respect the OGs, and I know most of 'em personally (Ayy)But you're just a bully actin' like a baby, so I gotta read you a nursery (Pussy)I'm the ghost of the future, and you're just Ebenezer Scrooge (Eh)I said on Flex, "Anyone could get it," I ain't know it would be youChorus
I'm sick of them sweatsuits and them corny hats, let's talk about it (Let's talk)I'm sick of you bein' rich, and you still mad, let's talk about it (Let's talk)Both of us single dads from the Midwest, we can talk about it (Uh-huh)Or we could get gully, I'll size up your body and put some white chalk around itBridge: Machine Gun Kelly & Sammi Giancola
Ayy, ridin' shotty 'cause I gotta roll this dopeIt's a fast road (When your idols become your rivals), yeahNever hesitate to say it to your faceI'm an asshole (Oh my God, RONNY)Bitch-ass motherfuck; KellsVerse 4
We know you get nervous, Rabbit, I see Mama's spaghetti all over your sweaterI wish you would lose yourself on the records that you made a decade ago, they were betterAccordin' to them, you're a national treasure, to me, you're as soft as a featherThe type to be scared to ask Rihanna for her number, just hold her umbrella-ella-ella"I'm not afr—," okay, Oscar the Grouch, chill on the couch (Fuck)You got a 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 tenYou're not getting better with time, it's fine, Eminem, put down the penOr write an apology over the simple fact you had to diss to acknowledge meI am the prodigy, how could I even look up to you? You ain't as tall as me5'8" and I'm 6'4", seven punches, hold your head stillLast time you saw 8 Mile was at home on a treadmillYou 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 tryna stop the money to support herYou the one always talkin' 'bout the action, text me the addy, I'm pullin' up scrappin'And I'm by my fuckin' self, what's happenin'? EST Captain, salute me or shoot meThat's what he's gonna have to do to me when he realizes that there ain't shit he could do to meEverybody always hated me, this isn't anything new to meYeah, there's a difference between us, I got all of my shit without Dre producin' me (Ayy)I know you're not used to me, usually, one of your disses should ruin meBut, bitch, I'm from Cleveland, everybody quiet this evenin', I'm readin' the eulogy (Shh)You dropped an album called Kamikaze, so that means he killed himI already fucked one rapper's girl this week, don't make me call KimChorus
I'm sick of them sweatsuits and them corny hats, let's talk about it (Let's talk)I'm sick of you bein' rich, and you still mad, let's talk about it (Let's talk)Both of us single dads from the Midwest, we can talk about it (Uh-huh)Or we could get gully, I'll size up your body and put some white chalk around itWhat the song means
"Rap Devil" is a diss track in which Machine Gun Kelly attacks Eminem, mocking his age, his appearance, his recent albums and his past influence on hip-hop. It is a direct response to the feud that followed Eminem's earlier songs about MGK. The track is built on a confrontational, theatrical tone: MGK presents himself as the young challenger who is no longer intimidated by an older legend. Sammi Giancola's lines in the intro and bridge add a playful, mocking layer to the attack.
The story moves from insults about Eminem's looks and lifestyle in the first verse, to accusations of unfair business dealings and jealousy in the second, and then to MGK casting himself as the future while Eminem becomes a bitter, outdated figure. The chorus returns as a challenge, offering a choice between talking it out or settling it physically. The final verse escalates into more personal and violent language, with jokes about height, Eminem's past movie, and a mock eulogy that suggests the older rapper is finished.
Key images carry much of the meaning. The "white chalk" outline is a threat of violence, borrowed from crime scene imagery. Comparing Eminem to Ebenezer Scrooge and Oscar the Grouch portrays him as grumpy, bitter and stuck in the past. Reading out a eulogy turns the feud into a symbolic killing of his rival's career. Overall, the song is less about a real argument than about MGK staging a public challenge to claim his place.
Key phrases explained
- get gully
- to get aggressive, to start a street-style fight — Here it is an invitation to settle the feud physically instead of with words.
- put some white chalk around it
- to draw an outline around a body, like at a crime scene — A violent, threatening image suggesting the rival could be "killed" in a fight.
- stan yourself
- to be an obsessive fan of yourself — A mocking jab suggesting Eminem is overly proud of his own legacy.
- Oscar the Grouch
- a grumpy character from Sesame Street — A childish insult meaning Eminem is grumpy and irritable.
- Ebenezer Scrooge
- the bitter miser from Dickens's A Christmas Carol — Compares Eminem to a bitter, selfish old man who needs to change.
- pullin' up scrappin'
- arriving ready to fight — Slang showing MGK is willing to show up and confront his rival in person.
Song info
- Release date
- 2018-09-03
- Album
- BINGE
- Written by
- mgk, RONNY J, Nils
- Produced by
- RONNY J, Nils
- Interpolates
- Eminem – Déjà Vu, Eminem – Berzerk, Eminem – Business
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