Lyrics:
Or that copper Lonnigan
He alone could have saved his life
By throwing down his gun
Poor Ned, you're better off dead
At least you'll get some peace of mind
than clean
Mean lean fighting machine with self-esteem
No dope, crack, coke, flat broke I'm not
Sell smoke, nope, nope, won't smoke the pot
Gettin high
fall (ow)
Brickatu, brickatu, smash his head off the wall (ha)
Uh, the wild boys, King Kong of the cowboys (mh)
You see the bloodshed after you hear
killed us (Who)
Tryin' not to be political, it was ridiculed (Real)
'Member I was in the middle school, with a fit or two ('Member)
Mama had the boy by
here fit in
What's my name? Machine Gun Kelly
Shout out the campaign we in here winnin'
I'm not Eminem i'm not Asher
Just a dope white MC with swagger
embarrassed
And I must be gone
The machine guns are roaring
The puppets heave rocks
The fiends nail time bombs
To the hands of the clocks
Call me any
that's how we expand
Masked Avenger, drop your gun, son, now surrender
Get ninjaed on the island, plus the Bridge, boy remember
My little thug's selling
South Bronx punt, stab him like, oh no
That machine gun funk, big popper
Malcolm X by the window of the chopper
You niggas lost prophets
Been
Some cats grow by the laws of the wild
Some learn slower and lag in the mud
Some stand up in defense of a style
Some let the big dogs eat them up
DJ Khaled
DJ Terror Squad
And he goes by the name of
You got the right one, it's Weezy fuckin' baby
And if your woman lookin', I'll let
apartment
Half-empty Hennessy bottles and condoms on the carpet
Half a bag of cocaine on the counter by my Smith & Wesson
Misdirected I gripped the weapon
(Outtatown, but we never out of money)
Ayy
You know what I'm sayin'? Big 14
(Star Boy, you're my hero)
I just got a million bands today
'Bout
you arm, leg, leg, arm, head
I wish a motherfucker would trip this year, come on
Dressed in all black and my gun the same color
Murder my enemy,
you arm, leg, leg, arm, head
I wish a motherfucker would trip this year, come on
Dressed in all black and my gun the same color
Murder my enemy,
We have some muumaclauet gun and some mummaclaute cloth machine
Your face get splash In and your ends get crash in
Babylon Ah look waan know what
embarrassed and I must be gone
The machine guns are roaring, the puppets heave rocks
The fiends nail time bombs to the hands of the clocks
Call me any name you
shoot me down while I'm coming up
Murdering my beats Machine Gun Kell's gonna shoot it up
Hit my line, get denied, saucing dimes on the line
With my guys
to my heartbeat, it's beatin' like a wild man
But that's natural, 'cause you know that I am
No punk, no chump, no fool, no toy
Try to get ill and serve
the bad belle people getting jelly
I'ma Killshot like Machine Gun Kelly
I'm gon be stacking up money in hundreds
If you don't like it Come and fight me
I'm
Machine Gun Kelly and Eminems Kamikaze
Damn, Does she even know me as I am
Does she recognize my voice why can’t she see that im the man
With the plan, I am
me, I pop like Kelly
Machine gun, ease up, I don’t ever ease up
Said she want beef my dick is a deli
Salami, she love my salami
My name is Tommy now
Machine Gun Kelly
Think I’m a saint
With a nine on my hip
I got the vision, I really can see
Bar after bar, they don’t wanna battle me
Perfecting my craft I
dumb shitty flows.
And tho I am a Stan, I love
Machine Gun Kelly, yo.
Gnasty Music's mad amusing and his
Beats are pretty dope.
Have 3 Groupies, but they
of misconceptions, definitions And Whatever Machine Gun Kelly is doing
So, ladies and gentlemen, I come to you with a proposal
We must take back punk rock with force
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