Highline Ballroom Soundcheck Lyrics - Machine Gun Kelly

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! 

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