Machine Gun Kelly - Breaking News Lyrics:
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
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, f-ck 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 motherf-cker 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
F-ck boy you lonely, f-ck boy, you phony
You would think these f-ck boys f-cking 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 f-ck ‘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 motherf-cker
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 motherf-cker 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
F-ck boy you lonely, f-ck boy, you phony
You would think these f-ck boys f-cking 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 f-ck ‘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 motherf-cker
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