Eminem Daughter Hailie Jade Scott

Eminem Daughter Hailie Jade Scott

Eminem Daughter Hailie Jade Scott

 

Hailie Jade Eminem Daughter

Who is Eminem’s daughter? Her name is Hailie Jade Scott and her name is a household name because of Eminem’s references about her in his music. In the ’90s, Eminem always rapped about murdering his wife and protecting his young daughter Hailie Jade Scott. Well, Hailie Jade Scott is no longer a young child. Hailie Jade Scott has grown into a beautiful young woman.

MGK Eminem

MGK and Eminem don’t like each other. How did the beef between Machine Gun Kelly and Eminem start?

The MGK Eminem feud began back in 2012 when Kelly tweeted inappropriately about a photo of Eminem’s (at the time) teenage daughter Hailie Jade Scott. “I have to say, she is hot as f***, in the most respectful way possible cuz Em is king,” he tweeted. Eminem responded 6 years later on the song “Not Alike” from the album Kamikaze and took shots at MGK.

MGK and Eminem
MGK and Eminem

Not Alike Lyrics

Lyrics
Tay Keith, fuck these n**** up
Yeah
Brain dead, eye drops
Pain meds, cyclops
They bed, iPod
Maybach, my Bach
Trainwrecks, sidewalks
Payless, high-tops
K-Fed, iHop
Playtex, icebox
That’s how much we have in common (yeah!)
That’s how much we have in common (whoa!)
Up on this mic, when we’re on it
That’s how much we have in common (yeah!)
That’s how much we have in common (woo!)
That’s how much we have in common
We are not alike, there’s not alike us on the mic (yeah!)
I don’t do Jordans and Audemars
I do explosions and Molotovs
Y’all blowing smoke as if y’all ain’t washed
I blow the smoke from the car exhaust
Flying to a party I am not invited to, feeling like the streets need me (whoa)
I ain’t gotta dance as long as my Ferrari Spider move, like C Breezy
I don’t gotta hire goons, I’d rather try to buy the moon, and breathe freely
The sky is blue, the tie is new, the Masarati white and cool like G-Eazy
While these dudes tryna figure out how to do a freestyle as fly as me
I’m confused trying to figure out how to do Kapri Styles and Mya G
Everybody doing chick joints, probably rob these little dudes at fist point
Remember everybody used to bite Nickel, now everybody doing Bitcoin
We don’t got nothing in common (no)
We don’t got nothing in common (no)
Y’all into stuff like doubled-up Styrofoam cups on them uppers-and-downers (woo!)
I’m into stuff like doubling commas
Find me a brother who’s solid
To count the shit up, then bust the shit down
If the cops hit us up, we can flush the shit down
We can not give a fuck, shit, a fucking colonic
Selling your cock and your butt for a follower
Possible cup, for dollars you powder sniff
Now you’re slipping, call it a power trip
A product of politics
Y’all went from profit and topping the charts
To dropped in the park in a pile of shit
Knowledge is power, but powerless if you got it and you do not acknowledge it
Y’all music sound like Dr. Seuss inspired it
Hiring strippers, prostitutes retiring
We can spit it for ya, advance
I’m fit to be king, you’re cut out to fit in Prince pants
You niggas
Brain dead, eye drops
Pain meds, cyclops
They bed, iPod
Maybach, my bach
Trainwrecks, sidewalks
Pay less, high-tops
K-fed, iHop
Playtex, icebox
That’s how much we have in common (yeah!)
That’s how much we have in common (whoa!)
Up on this mic, when we’re on it
That’s how much we have in common (yeah!)
That’s how much we have in common (woo!)
That’s how much we have in common
We are not alike, there’s not alike us
You say you’re affiliated with murderers, killers (ayy)
The people you run with are thuggin’ (gang)
But you’re just a wanna be gunner (gang)
Like you was gonna do something
Acting like you catching bodies (ayy)
And you got juice, lil’ youngin’, you’re bugging
You ain’t never even been charged in connection with battery
Bitch, you ain’t plugged in to nothing
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 put a
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 (skrt)
Oh, you run the streets, huh?
Now you wanna come and fuck 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 fuck you are, Kelly
I don’t use sublims and sure as fuck don’t sneak-diss
But keep commenting on my daughter Hailie
I keep on telling 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 fucking cocked semi Glock
Demigod, 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 motherfucking 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
Bitch, this shit don’t fly in our city
Punk, you don’t disrespect OG’s, R.I.P. Prodigy
Sold Dre my soul and I told him
The moment he signed me that I’ll be the most hated, dumb-hated soldier
There’s no shame, it’s okay to own it ’cause life is a bitch, she’s a bow-legged hoe
But now days are over, I Harvey Weinstein, a bathrobe hanging over
My code name is Groper, I role play with lotion
I fucked the whole world then I throw away the Trojan
Or lederhosen with home-made explosives, I blow eighty holes in you
Don’t make me go in, I OJ the flows and I’m insult to injury
Rolaids to Goldman, I’m throat spray and Motrin, I throated Nicole
They both hate to choke and my whole plate is chokin’
And I double-edge sworded ’cause one place
I poke and I stick and I turn and I rotating motion
Invisible with the pen, I’m at the pinnacle
Of sick individuals, take my dick and put the tip in
At minimal, I’m fucking these syllables
I let them lick on my genitals
I’m a fucking invisible, indefensible, despicable difficult prick, a little bit unpredictable
I spit the formidable, that you’re bitches are fucking with the original
I can say that me and Nickel are identical
But not us, the only thing we have in common is I’m a dick and you suck
Otherwise one has nuttin’ to do with the other
None comes close to
Skunk, bug, soldier
Tongue, shrub, shoulder
One month older
Sponge, mob, colder
Nun, rug, holster
Lug nut, coaster
Lung, jug, roaster
Young Thug poster
Unplugged toaster
That’s how much we have in common (yeah!)
That’s how much we have in common (whoa!)
Up on this mic, when we’re on it (yeah)
That’s how much we have in common (yeah!)
That’s how much we have in common (woo!)
That’s how much we have in common
We are not alike, there’s not alike us on the (man, fuck this shit, let’s go)
Songwriters: Brytavious Chambers / Marshall Mathers / Ronald Jr. Spence / Ryan Montgomery
Not Alike lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc, Universal Music Publishing Group

Machine Gun Kelly tweets about Hailie Jade Scott

Machine Gun Kelly’s tweets would be seemingly harmless, but the problem is that Hailie Jade Scott was underage at the time. Had Hailie Jade Scott been of legal and consenting age, then Eminem’s reaction would be a bit of an overreaction. Machine Gun Kelly was 22 at the time and Hailie Jade Scott was 16 at the time. In many states, 18 is the legal age of consent and in others, 16 is the legal age of consent. It is understandable why Eminem would be upset over these comments directed towards his underage daughter.

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Eminem Responds to Machine Gun Kelly

Eminem told Sway Calloway in a recent interview that MGK’s comments about his daughter were not the only reason he went after him on his new album Kamikaze. “The reason I dissed him is actually a lot more petty than that,” said Eminem. “The reason that I dissed him is because he got on – first what he said, ‘I’m the greatest rapper alive since my favorite rapper banned me from Shade 45,’ or whatever he said, right? Like I’m trying to hinder his career. I don’t give a f*ck about your career. You think I actually f*cking think about you? You know how many f*cking rappers are better than you? You’re not even in the f*cking conversation.”

Machine Gun Kelly responds to Eminem

Then, as we all know, Machine Gun Kelly came out with Rap Devil that actually leveled some good shots at Eminem. Eminem fan boys will completely dismiss this track as garbage, but MGK actually lands a few jabs that you can tell bothered Eminem. Honestly, this is probably the best MGK song that I have ever heard. “Rap Devil” was corny, but also strangely effective. MGK’s career rocketed to new highs after this music video because Eminem actually responded with a diss track towards Machine Gun Kelly called “KILLSHOT”.

Rap Devil Lyrics

Oh my God, Ronny
Ayy, somebody grab him some clippers (zzzzt)
His fuckin’ beard is weird
Tough talk from a rapper payin’ 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, yellin’ 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 bitch, bitch
Man 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
Homie, we get it, we know that you’re the greatest rapper alive
Fuckin’ dweeb, all you do is read the dictionary and stay inside
Fuck Rap God, I’m the Rap Devil
Comin’ bare-faced with a black shovel
Like the Armageddon when the smoke settle
His body next to this instrumental, I’m sayin’
I’m sick of them sweatsuits and them corny hats, let’s talk about it
I’m sick of you bein’ 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
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 (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 as bad as your selfie
Now tell me, what do you stand for? (what?)
I know you can’t stand yourself (no)
Tryin’ to be the old you so bad, you Stan yourself (ha)
Let’s leave all the beefin’ to 50 (please)
Em, you’re pushin’ 50
Why 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 morning (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’ joke
Oh you want some fuckin’ smoke (what?)
But not literally, you’ll choke
Yeah, I’ll acknowledge you’re the GOAT
But I’m The Gunner, bitch, 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
I’m sick of them sweatsuits and them corny hats, let’s talk about it
I’m sick of you bein’ 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
Hello Marshall, my name’s Colson
You should go back to Recovery
I know your ego is hurtin’
Just knowin’ 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 livin’ 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 them 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 fuckery
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 (ayy)
But you’re just a bully actin’ 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
I’m sick of them sweatsuits and them corny hats, let’s talk about it
I’m sick of you bein’ 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
Ayy, ridin’ shotty ’cause I gotta roll this dope
It’s a fast road when your idols become your rivals, yeah
Never hesitate to say it to your face, I’m a asshole
Bitch-ass motherfucker (Oh my God, Ronny)
We know you get nervous, Rabbit
I see Momma’s spaghetti all over your sweater
I wish you would lose yourself on the records
That you made a decade ago, they were better
Accordin’ 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 (fuck)
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
Over the simple fact you had to 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 tryna stop the money to support her
You 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 me
That’s what he’s gonna have to do to me
When he realizes there ain’t shit 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 shit without Dre producin’ me (ayy)
I know you’re not used to me
Usually one of your disses should ruin me
But bitch I’m from Cleveland
Everybody quiet this evenin’, I’m readin’ the eulogy (shh)
Dropped an album called Kamikaze
So that means he killed him
Already fucked one rapper’s girl this week
Don’t make me call Kim
I’m sick of them sweatsuits and them corny hats, let’s talk about it
I’m sick of you bein’ 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
Songwriters: Colson Baker / Ronald Spence Jr. / Nils Noehden
Rap Devil lyrics © Sony/atv Ballad, For Casie Publishing Llc, Listenup Forever Publishing

KILLSHOT

 “KILLSHOT” was a good diss, but Eminem had to resort to the I’m richer more successful punchlines as his kill shots which actually gave more validity to MGK. MGK attacked Eminem calling him a bully who tries to destroy smaller rappers’ careers and some of his lines were clever. Overall, this beef did nothing for Eminem and did everything for MGK. MGK came out on top because it gave him a lot of publicity and notoriety which is always good in the world of hip hop. Eminem is a legend and he probably would have been better off ignoring MGK, but it was a fun feud while it lasted.

KILLSHOT Lyrics

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
Songwriters: Marshall Mathers / Ray Illya Fraser
Killshot lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

Hailie Scott ‘Uncomfortable’ Being in The Middle Of Eminem & MGK’s Feud

Hailie Jade Scott wasn’t happy to be involved in this beef because she likes to maintain a quiet and personal life. Unfortunately, having such a famous father doesn’t really allow you to have that luxury, but there are pros and cons to everything in life.

“Hailie is not happy about being in the middle of her dad’s feud with MGK. She does not like all the attention her dad’s beef with MGK is bringing and wishes it did not involve her,” the unnamed source said. “She lives a quiet life and is not about the rap world. It is one thing for her dad to rap about her, which is something he has always done, but now that others are talking about her too, she is getting uncomfortable with all the attention.”

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