Paroles Highline ballroom soundcheck (freestyle) Machine Gun Kelly

Highline ballroom soundcheck (freestyle)

Ayo, first off my name is
Fuck that, check the playlist
Bitch I'm tryna blow up like the Al Quaedas
But why y'all wanna be famous
So I can pay for protection and pretend to be gangsta
These rappers is five foot tall talking about gang banging
I'm 6'3'', I pee make 'em yellow like Coldplay is
6 deep up in the rental Honda from Avis
Bitches give me brain that explains my modest behavior
But fuck 'em and nevermind 'em like a hater
This rap shit is wack I'm goin' back to gettin' paid under the table
This industry turns me off like I forgot to pay my cable
A bunch of mayos on these labels tryna stick it in my anal (what the fuck?)
So I fuck these girls cause their rear-ended
I said motherfuck the world cause it's near ended
And if you're scared go to church, other than that go get a shirt
With my name on it, get your peers to [?] it
You're tormented by my face, uh yeah
That makes you think of what you ain't, uh yeah
So shimmy shimmy yah shimmy yay
Get your old dirty ass out the way
Hold up, (ring)
Kels, Kels, it's double XL
We've got some wonderful news and I just wanted to tell
Now I know you in our freshman issue and it don't sit well
So we said fuck everyone else and gave the cover to yourself
I ain't ballin' but I'm at the free throw
Didn't go to college, but I know this gringo is copied more than a fuckin' Kinkos
Mijo, mis amigos will cut you into burritos
And feed you to the sea gulls, your career's over, finito
Yeah bitch, yeah bitch call me Steve-O
I'm jackass, I'll backhand my country's presidito
I don't take part in politics, why?
Where I'm from we call it dito?
Rather fuck me a bitch in X-Men like Magneto
Call me an asshole but be tactical
Because the wrong vernacular could turn something spectacular into a massacre
Microphone damager, Mid-western assassiner
Cleveland cannibal, ramble to eat any of you faggots like bananas
My [?] are full of plants I make my lungs blacker than Janet
High as intergalactic planets, I think I work for NASA
My truck be classic, body marked up like my manager's calendar
Stand up fanatical still I'm slept on like these mattresses
Wake up can you see me? Somebody get binoculars
I'm on top of a mammoth slappin' two animal Wacktivists
Livin' up to the standards I got stuck with as a rapper
A habit, problematic, psychopathic that's an ambassador
[Cough, cough] hot boxin' an Acura
Pants saggin' gettin' head from Tabatha
Bitch I be that skinny motherfucker
Cleveland's what I'm reppin'