Machine Gun Kelly

Machine Gun Kelly - Breaking News lyrics

rate me

No mercy has begun

Ladies and gentlemen

Machine Gun Kelly

This kid, I think he is a star

He's one of the best live performers I've ever seen

He has also, more importantly, a movement

Backpack, fuck that, I was always hanging where the thugs at

I was always hanging with the rug rats

Someone come and show me where the drugs at

Someone come and pop on a hot song, meaning my shit

Get and iPhone, take a video

I'll make a last song, get some popcorn

‘Cause I murder every single instrumental that I get on

And a motherfucker isn't gonna stop this year

Until I make an album like a 2Pacalypse

Until I'm killing everybody like an Auschwitz

Until I'm revolutionary like a Gandhi is

Until I'm popping all these bottle to accomplishments

Until I'm always high and mellow where the comet is

Until whenever somebody is feeling talkative

My name is brought up, doesn't matter what the topic is

Didn't think I rap? Bitch I flow like boom, boom, bah

Bet you come from where you never move that

Look into my room, get a few look at my packs, goddamn

Got weed, got jack, oxys have that

Got jimmy, got slash, got shrooms, got hash

...syndrome ...got mad

Walked on the red carpet like kiss my ass you bitch

Fuck that, y'all don't gotta hear shit

Ask anybody in the 216

If my name rings bells in them bricks

Everybody know who that is

What you hating boy? You late boy

You ain't heard about that great boy

That three letter name Caucasian boy

Used to live right there up the way boy

Man, you heard about him, you said the name

You saw the iTunes and click the play

You liked the shit and you bought the shit

Put him on a playlist right next to Jay

And your girl saw me, I signed her tits

And she disappeared, you couldn't find the bitch

And your heart stopped, you know what time it is

I put my dick in that common sense

Fuck boy you lonely, fuck boy, you phony

You would think these fuck boys fucking boys

With the way that they be all on me

If it ain't EST in your mouth, then whatever you rep is corny

Got a new single without me on it?

That shit boring, bitch I'm snoring

Man, I'm touring every damn day

I'll show y'all how to turn up

100 Js in my ashtray, bitch I'll show y'all how to burn up

Sacrificed what y'all wouldn't give to these kids

And now you love fans?

None of these rappers got a movement, tell 'em quit jocking my ass

Goddamn, and y’all can have the bloggers, I don't type shit

God gave me both these hands to fight with, what's up?

Now it’s like a knife click ‘cause my right hand's like Vikings

Might just throw you on the ground like dices

Might just go into the pocket with your license

Get a wallet and a couple dollars my nice shit

Dyke bitches all up on my dick that's priceless

I just fuck 'em at the wet like Pisces

Wife is jealous on the bitch I'm with cause they almost F like D minus, get it?

Digest every little word I'm spitting

‘Cause it's food for thought so pay attention, better listen

I'm on a mission to kill off every one of my competition

And if you are with that then good riddance motherfucker

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