No mercy has begun Ladies and gentlemen Machine Gun Kelly This kid, I think he is a star He’s on 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 rugrats 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 ‘Til I make an album like a 2Pacalypse Until I’m killin everybody like an Auschwitz Until I’m revolutionary like a Gandhi is Until I’m poppin’ 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, got that 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 (He was truly the only developed, on point performer on the bill) (When you think about lyricists, do you know who MGK is?) (I need a freestyle, I need to hear Machine Gun Kelly spit) 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 hatin 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 phoney You would think these fuck boys fuckin’ 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 borin’ bitch I’m snorin’ Man I’m tourin every damn day I’ll show y’all how to turn up 100 j’s in my ashtray bitch I’ll show y’all how to burn up Sacraficed what y’all wouldn’t give to these kids And now you love fans? None of these rappers got a movement tell ‘em quit jockin’ my ass God damn, and yall can have the bloggers I don’t type shit God gave me both these hands to fight with, what’s up? … a knife click cause my right hand’s like vikings Might just throw you on the ground 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… Wives is… the bitch I’m with cause they almost F like D (get it?) Digest every little word I’m spittin’ 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 ma’fucka
Charlamagne: Machine Gun Kelly seems like someone you would diss… Lyrically I wouldn’t think you would like… DMX: Tryna say he’s wack or something? Charlamagne: He is wack… DJ Envy: He’s not wack… DMX: He’s better than 80% of the rappers out there… (It must be nice being MGK right now) (Rage filled lyrics…) (…but the rapper recently released what he says is the true meaning of the Lace Up movement) (If there was ever a musical speaker that I could put out there for my personality, Machine Gun Kelly is it)