All The Rappers Eminem Calls Out On "Kamikaze"

Eminem is not playing with ANY RAPPERS OUT HERE! Who wants smoke!?

(AllHipHop Rumors) OK WHO WANTS SMOKE WITH EMINEM? You know, I have to say that Eminem really brought it across the board, but the name checks are going to reverberate for a minute! I honestly don't think anybody and I do mean ANYBODY should try to respond. I don't even think Joe Budden will. Joe is technically retired, but I just heard him on a song with T-Pain recently so I am not positive. At any rate, I know Joe generally takes on all comers lyrically so, of all of them, he's the one. Drake may go at Meek and Pusha T, but I don't see him going after Marshall. There is just too much anger here...LOL!

Vince Staples and 21 Savage:

Full magazine could take Staples out

Savage, but ain't thinking 'bout no bank account

Lil Pump:

Lil Pump, Lil Xan imitate Lil Wayne

I should aim at everybody in the game, pick a name

I'm gonna crumble you and I'll take a number two

And dump on you if you ain't Joyner

If you ain't Kendrick or Cole

Or Sean then you're a goner

Die Antwoord:

I know there's people that are pissed about the way I mispronounced a name

"DIE ANTWOORD!"

fukk! I still can't say the shyt

But how quickly they forget who the fu#k I was

Now Ninja try to duck my slugs to let ya girl get fu#ked by Muggs

I'd like to give a shout to Cypress

This can't be real, you dissed me and I was just tryin' to give you a shout

Now get the fuck out my rhyme book

Ja Rule:

God forbid I forget, go and jump out the window, somebody better child-proof it

'Cause if I lose it we can rewind to some old Ja Rule sh#t

And I can remind motherfu#kers I'll do shyt

Drake:

I got a couple of mansions, still I don't have any manners

You got a couple of ghost writers but to these kids it don't actually matter

They asking me "What the fu#k happened to hip-hop?"

I said "I don't have any answers"

'Cause I took an L when I dropped my last album, it hurt me like hell but I'm back on these rappers

MGK:

Oh, you run the streets, huh?

Now you wanna come and fu#k with me, huh?

This little cock-sucker, he must be feeling 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 talking to you but you already know who the fu#k you are, Kelly

I don't use sublims and sure as fu#k don't sneak-diss

But keep commenting on my daughter Hailie

I keep on telling motherfukker, bytches, 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 fu#king cocked semi Glock

Demi god, let me put a silencer on this little non-threatening blond fairy, cornball taking shots at me

You're not ready, fool, break yourself like Rocksteady Crew

Obviously, I'm not getting through

We can get it poppin' like Redenbach, letting off like Remy Ma

Heavy artillery, gotta deal a harsh with a hard shell

Put a motherfu#king heart in bigger than Bizarre's belly

Only time you'll ever say, I lost

You'll be talking 'bout Fetty Wap, better call Diddy

Just to try to get me off and you better hope I don't call Trick Trick

b#tch, this sh#t don't fly in our city

Punk, you don't disrespect OG's, R.I.P. Prodigy

Charlamagne Tha God (not a rapper, but deserves a mention):

You'd swear to God I've forgot I'm the guy that made "Not Afraid"

One last time for Charlamagne

If my response is late, it's just how long it takes

To hit my fu#kin' radar, I'm so far away

Joe Budden:

Somebody tell Budden before I snap, he better fasten it

Or have his body baggage zipped

The closest thing he's had to hits is smacking b#tches


Akademiks:

And don't make me have to give it back to Akademiks

Say this shyt is trash again, I'll have you twisted like you had it when you thought you had me slippin' at the telly

Even when I'm gettin' brain, you'll never catch me with a thot


Tyler The Creator:

Tyler create nothing, I see why you called yourself a fa##ot, b#tch

It's not just 'cause you lack attention

It's 'cause you worship D12's balls, you're sac-rilegious

If you're gonna critique me, you better at least be as good or better

Get Earl, the Hooded Sweater, whatever his name is to help you put together some words, more than two letters

Drake Again:

All I know is I wrote every single word of everything I ever murdered

Time to separate the sheep from goats

And I got no faith in your writers, I don't believe in ghosts


Lord Jamar:

And as far as Lord Jamar, you better leave me the hell alone

Or I'll show you an Elvis clone

Walk up in this house you own

Brush my pelvic bone

You should tell a phone and go fetch me the remote

Put my feet up and just make myself at home

I belong here, clown!

Don't tell me 'bout the culture

I inspire the Hopsins, the Logics, the Coles, the Seans, the K-Dots, the 5'9"s, and oh

Brought the world 50 Cent, you did squat, pissed and moaned, but I'm not gonna fall... b#tch!

Eminem rides back to drive-by Drake yet again:

Put me on a track, I go cray on it like a color book

You got some views, but you're still below me

Mine are higher so when you compare our views, you get overlooked

And I don't say the hook unless I wrote the hook

And now I'm just freestylin' in the vocal booth

And you know I've always spoke the truth

You lyin' through your teeth so much, you broke a tooth

And it ain't somethin' I need a phone to do

When I say I can't wait 'til I get ahold of you

And I don't know what I'm s'posed to do

Line up the rappers, take my pic like a photo shoot

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