Machine Gun Kelly - Highline Ballroom Soundcheck lyrics

Ayo First off, my name is (HI) f** that, check the playlist b**h 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 g**nin, Im 63, I pee, make em yellow like Coldplay is 6 deep, up in a rental Honda from Avis Bad b**hes give me brain that explains the mindless behavior, But f** em and never mind em like a hater (f** em) This rap sh** 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 an*l So I f** these girls cause they rear ended Said mothaf** 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 a** 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 f** 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 f**ing Kinkos, mijo Mis amigos will cut you into burritos And fed you to the seagulls, Your career is over Finito! FATALITY. Yeah b**h, yeah b**h, call me Steve-O Im a jacka**, Ill backhand my countrys Presidento I dont take part in politics, Where Im from we call it deep throat Id rather f** me a b**h In X-Men like Magnito Call me an a**hole but be tactical Cause the raw vernacular could turn something spectacular into a ma**acre Microphone damager Midwest a**a**iner Cleveland cannibal able to eat any of you f*ggots 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 cla**ic 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, ba*tard-amba**ador(?) Hot-boxin an Acura, Pants sagggin, getting head from Tabitha b**h I be that skinny muf**a Clevelands what Im reppin They already know the answer Aint no mothaf**in 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 f** the world dont ask me for sh** All you industry b**hes can s** my dick f** the world dont ask me for sh** I said all you industry b**hes can s** my dick b*tch!