Machine Gun Kelly Highline Ballroom song lyrics

Ay yo, first off my name is, fuck that check the playlist

Bitch I'm trying to blow up like the Al Qaeda

But why do yall want to be famous? So I can pay for protection and pretend to be gangsta?

These rappers are five foot tall talkin' bout gang bangin'

I'm 6'3, I pee make em yellow like cold play is

6 D, up in a rental honda from A this bad bitches give me brain that explains my mindless behavior

But fuck em' I never mind them like a hater

Fuck this rap shit is wack, I'm going back to get 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 (what the fuck?)

So I fuck these girls cause they're rear ended (what?)

So motherfuck the world because its near endin' (ohhhh)

Uh, and if you scared go to church

Other than that, go get a shirt with my name on it, get your peers offended

You're tormented by face huh, yeah

It makes you think what ain't huh, yeah

So ship ship shimmy shimmy yah shimmy yay

Get your old dirty ass out the way, hold up

(Kells, Kells its double XXL)

(We've got some wonderful news and I just wanted to tell)

(Now I know you and our freshmen issue don't sit well)

(So we said fuck everyone else give the cover to yourself)

I ain't ballin', but I'm at the free throw

There they go to college, but i know this gringo is copied more then the fucking kinko's

Me ho, mis amigos will cut you into burritos and feed you to the seagulls

Your career is over, finito (Fatality)

Yeah bitch yeah bitch call me Steve-O

I'm a jackass, I backhand my country's presidito

I don't take part in politics, where I'm from we call it deep throat

I'd rather fuck me a bitch and X men like Magneto

Now.call me an asshole but be tactical

Cause the wrong vernacular could turn something spectacular into a massacre

Microphone damager, midwest assassin, a cleveland cannibal animal eat too many of you faggots like bananas

My caskets are full of plants, make my lungs blacker then Janin, high as an intergalactic planets I think I work for NASA

My chucks are classic, body marked up like my managers calendar

Stand up fanatical still I've slept on like these mattresses

Wake up! can you see me? somebody get binoculars

I'm on top of a man and slapping two animal activists

Living up to the standards I got stuck with as a rapper

A havoc problematic psychopathic basic ambassador

(Cough cough)

Hot boxin' an Acura

Pants saggin', gettin' head from tabitha

Bitch I be that skinny muhfucka

Cleveland's what I'm reppin'

They already know the answer ain't no mothafuckin' question its Kells

Yeah

I got more bars in the jail

I got more heat then sun itself

You would think I was a member of hell

You would think I wouldn't have any manners the way I'm using Biggie for myself

But, if any one of you got a problem then let me call P Diddy up on his cell and tell you

(FUCK THE WORLD DON'T ASK ME FOR SHIT)

All you industry bitches can suck my dick!

(FUCK THE WORLD DON'T ASK ME FOR SHIT)

I said all you industry bitches can suck my dick... bitch