Machine Gun Kelly - Highline Ballroom Soundcheck Şarkı Sözleri

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Ayo
First off, my name is (HI)
Fuck that, check the playlist
Bitch Im trying to blow up like the Al Quedas
But why l wanna be famous?
So I can pay for protection and pretend to be gangsta
These rappers is 5 foot tall-talking bout gangbangin,
Im 63, I pee, make em yellow like Coldplay is
6 deep, up in a rental Honda from Avis
Bad bitches give me brain that explains the mindless behavior,
But fuck em and never mind em like a hater
(Fuck em)
This rap shit is whack,
Im going back to getting paid under the table
This industry turns me off like I forgot to pay my cable
Bunch of males on these labels trying to stick it in my anal
So I fuck these girls cause they rear ended
Said mothafuck the world cause its near endin
Uh, and if you scared go to church,
Other than that go get a shirt with my name on it, get your peers offended
Youre tormented by my face huh?
Yeah!
It makes you think of what you aint huh?
Yeah!
So chhimeee-chimee ahh, chime ayyy, get yo old dirty ass out the way
Holdup!
Brrrrrrrrrrrrr
Kells, Kells, its XXL
We got some wonderful news and I just wanted to tell
Now I know you and our freshman issue dont sit well
So we said fuck everyone else gave you the cover to yourself
I aint ballin but Im at the freethrow
Didnt go to college but I know this gringo is copied more than a fucking Kinkos, mijo
Mis amigos will cut you into burritos
And fed you to the seagulls,
Your career is over
Finito!
FATALITY.
Yeah bitch, yeah bitch, call me Steve-O
Im a jackass,
Ill backhand my countrys Presidento
I dont take part in politics,
Where Im from we call it deep throat
Id rather fuck me a bitch
In X-Men like Magnito
Call me an asshole but be tactical
Cause the raw vernacular could turn something spectacular into a massacre
Microphone damager
Midwest assassiner
Cleveland cannibal able to eat any of you faggots like bananas
My cabinets are full of plants that make my lungs blacker than Janen
High as intergalactic planets
I think I work for NASA
My chucks is classic
Body marked up like my managers calendar
Fans are fanatical
Still Im slept on like these mattresses
Wake up
Can you see me
Somebody get binoculars
Im on top of a mammoth slappin' two animal activists
Living up to the standards I got stuck with as a rapper
i had tha problematic, psychopathic, bastard-ambassador(?)
Hot-boxin an Acura,
Pants sagggin,
getting head from Tabitha
Bitch I be that skinny mufucka
Clevelands what Im reppin
They already know the answer
Aint no mothafuckin question
Its Kells! Ugh!
I got more boys than a jail
I got more heat than the Sun itself
You would think I was a member of hell
You would think I didnt have any manners the way I used this Biggie beat for myself
BUT if anyone of you got a problem then lemme call P.Diddy up on his cell and we'll tell you
Fuck the world dont ask me for shit
All you industry bitches can suck my dick
Fuck the world dont ask me for shit
I said all you industry bitches can suck my dick
BITCH!