Lirik Lagu Rap Devil - Machine Gun Kelly
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Ay, somebody grab him some clippers (zzzzt)His fuckin' beard is weirdTough talk from a rapper payin' millions for security a year"I think my dad's gone crazy," yeah, Hailie, you rightDad's always mad cooped up in the studio, yellin' at the micYou're sober and bored, huh? (I know)About to be 46 years old, dogTalkin' 'bout "I'ma call up Trick Trick"Man, you sound like a bitch, bitchMan up and handle your shit (ugh)Mad about somethin' I said in 2012Took you six years and a surprise album just to come with a dissHomie we get it, we know that you're the greatest rapper aliveFuckin' dweeb, all you do is read the dictionary and stay insideFuck Rap God, I'm the Rap DevilComin' bare-faced with a black shovelLike the Armageddon when the smoke settleHis body next to this instrumental, I'm sayin'
I'm sick of them sweatsuits and them corny hats, let's talk about itI'm sick of you bein' rich and you still mad, let's talk about itBoth of us single dads from the Midwest, we can talk about itOr we could get gully, I'll size up your bodyAnd put some white chalk around it
Let's talk about the fact you actually blackballed a rapperThat's twice as young as you (let's talk about it)Let's call SwayAsk why I can't go on Shade 45 because of you (brrt)Let's ask InterscopeHow you had Paul Rosenberg tryin' to shelf me (huh?)Still can't cover up the factYour last four albums is as bad as your selfieNow tell me, what do you stand for? (what?)I know you can't stand yourself (no)Tryin' to be the old you so bad you Stan yourself (ha)Let's leave all the beefin' to 50 (please)Em, you're pushin' 50Why you claimin' that I'ma call Puff?When you the one that called Diddy (facts)Then you went and called Jimmy (facts)They conference called me in the morning (what?)They told me you mad about a tweetYou wanted me to say sorry (what?)I swear to God I ain't believe him (nah)Please say it ain't so (no)The big bad bully of the rap game can't take a fuckin' jokeOh you want some fuckin' smoke (what?)But not literally, you'll chokeYeah I'll acknowledge you're the GOATBut I'm The Gunner, bitch, I got you in the scope (brra)Don't have a heart attack now (no)Somebody help your mans up (help)Knees weak of old age, the real Slim Shady can't stand up
I'm sick of them sweatsuits and them corny hats, let's talk about itI'm sick of you bein' rich and you still mad, let's talk about itBoth of us single dads from the Midwest, we can talk about itOr we could get gully, I'll size up your bodyAnd put some white chalk around it
Hello Marshall, my name's ColsonYou should go back to RecoveryI know your ego is hurtin'Just knowin' that all of your fans discovered me (hi)He like, "Damn, he a younger meExcept he dresses better and I'm uglyAlways making fun of me."Stop all the thuggery, Marshall, you livin' in luxury (damn)Look what you done to meDropped an album just because of meDamn, you in love with me!You got money but I'm hungryI like the diss but you won't say those lyrics out in front of meShout out to every rapper that's up under meKnow that I'll never do you like this fuckeryStill bitter after everyone loves youPull that wedgie out your dungarees (hey)I gotta respect the OGs and I know most of 'em personally (ayy)But you're just a bully actin' like a babySo I gotta read you a nursery (nursery)I'm the ghost of the futureAnd you're just Ebenezer Scrooge (facts)I said on Flex anyone could get itI ain't know it would be you
I'm sick of them sweatsuits and them corny hats, let's talk about itI'm sick of you bein' rich and you still mad, let's talk about itBoth of us single dads from the Midwest, we can talk about itOr we could get gully, I'll size up your bodyAnd put some white chalk around it
Ridin' shotty 'cause I gotta roll this dopeIt's a fast road when your idols become your rivals, yeahNever hesitate to say it to your face, I'm a assholeBitch-ass motherfuckerOh my god, Ronny
We know you get nervous, RabbitI see Momma's spaghetti all over your sweaterI wish you would lose yourself on the recordsThat you made a decade ago, they were betterAccordin' to them, you're a national treasureTo me, you're as soft as a featherThe type to be scared to ask Rihanna for her numberJust hold her umbrella-ella-ella"I'm not afraid," okay Oscar the Grouch, chill on the couch (fuck)You got an Oscar, damnCan anyone else get some food in their mouth? (For real)They made a movie about you, you're in everybody's top tenYou're not getting better with timeIt's fine, Eminem, put down the penOr write an apologyOver the simple fact you had to diss to acknowledge meI am the prodigyHow could I even look up to you? You ain't as tall as me5'8" and I'm 6'4", seven punches hold your head stillLast time you saw 8 Mile was at home on a treadmillYou were named after a candyI was named after a gangster (brr)And don't be a sucker and take my verseOff of Yelawolf's album, thank you (thank you)I just wanna feed my daughterYou tried to stop the money to support herYou the one always talkin' 'bout the actionText me the addy, I'm pullin' up scrappin'And I'm by fuckin' myself, what's happenin'?EST captain, salute me or shoot meThat's what he's gonna have to do to meWhen he realizes there ain't shit he could do to meEverybody always hated me, this isn't anything new to meYeah there's a difference between usI got all of my shit without Dre producin' me (ayy)I know you're not used to meUsually one of your disses should ruin meBut bitch I'm from ClevelandEverybody quiet this evenin', I'm readin' the eulogy (shh)Dropped an album called KamikazeSo that means he killed himAlready fucked one rapper's girl this weekDon't make me call Kim
I'm sick of them sweatsuits and them corny hats, let's talk about itI'm sick of you bein' rich and you still mad, let's talk about itBoth of us single dads from the Midwest, we can talk about itOr we could get gully, I'll size up your bodyAnd put some white chalk around it
I'm sick of them sweatsuits and them corny hats, let's talk about itI'm sick of you bein' rich and you still mad, let's talk about itBoth of us single dads from the Midwest, we can talk about itOr we could get gully, I'll size up your bodyAnd put some white chalk around it
Let's talk about the fact you actually blackballed a rapperThat's twice as young as you (let's talk about it)Let's call SwayAsk why I can't go on Shade 45 because of you (brrt)Let's ask InterscopeHow you had Paul Rosenberg tryin' to shelf me (huh?)Still can't cover up the factYour last four albums is as bad as your selfieNow tell me, what do you stand for? (what?)I know you can't stand yourself (no)Tryin' to be the old you so bad you Stan yourself (ha)Let's leave all the beefin' to 50 (please)Em, you're pushin' 50Why you claimin' that I'ma call Puff?When you the one that called Diddy (facts)Then you went and called Jimmy (facts)They conference called me in the morning (what?)They told me you mad about a tweetYou wanted me to say sorry (what?)I swear to God I ain't believe him (nah)Please say it ain't so (no)The big bad bully of the rap game can't take a fuckin' jokeOh you want some fuckin' smoke (what?)But not literally, you'll chokeYeah I'll acknowledge you're the GOATBut I'm The Gunner, bitch, I got you in the scope (brra)Don't have a heart attack now (no)Somebody help your mans up (help)Knees weak of old age, the real Slim Shady can't stand up
I'm sick of them sweatsuits and them corny hats, let's talk about itI'm sick of you bein' rich and you still mad, let's talk about itBoth of us single dads from the Midwest, we can talk about itOr we could get gully, I'll size up your bodyAnd put some white chalk around it
Hello Marshall, my name's ColsonYou should go back to RecoveryI know your ego is hurtin'Just knowin' that all of your fans discovered me (hi)He like, "Damn, he a younger meExcept he dresses better and I'm uglyAlways making fun of me."Stop all the thuggery, Marshall, you livin' in luxury (damn)Look what you done to meDropped an album just because of meDamn, you in love with me!You got money but I'm hungryI like the diss but you won't say those lyrics out in front of meShout out to every rapper that's up under meKnow that I'll never do you like this fuckeryStill bitter after everyone loves youPull that wedgie out your dungarees (hey)I gotta respect the OGs and I know most of 'em personally (ayy)But you're just a bully actin' like a babySo I gotta read you a nursery (nursery)I'm the ghost of the futureAnd you're just Ebenezer Scrooge (facts)I said on Flex anyone could get itI ain't know it would be you
I'm sick of them sweatsuits and them corny hats, let's talk about itI'm sick of you bein' rich and you still mad, let's talk about itBoth of us single dads from the Midwest, we can talk about itOr we could get gully, I'll size up your bodyAnd put some white chalk around it
Ridin' shotty 'cause I gotta roll this dopeIt's a fast road when your idols become your rivals, yeahNever hesitate to say it to your face, I'm a assholeBitch-ass motherfuckerOh my god, Ronny
We know you get nervous, RabbitI see Momma's spaghetti all over your sweaterI wish you would lose yourself on the recordsThat you made a decade ago, they were betterAccordin' to them, you're a national treasureTo me, you're as soft as a featherThe type to be scared to ask Rihanna for her numberJust hold her umbrella-ella-ella"I'm not afraid," okay Oscar the Grouch, chill on the couch (fuck)You got an Oscar, damnCan anyone else get some food in their mouth? (For real)They made a movie about you, you're in everybody's top tenYou're not getting better with timeIt's fine, Eminem, put down the penOr write an apologyOver the simple fact you had to diss to acknowledge meI am the prodigyHow could I even look up to you? You ain't as tall as me5'8" and I'm 6'4", seven punches hold your head stillLast time you saw 8 Mile was at home on a treadmillYou were named after a candyI was named after a gangster (brr)And don't be a sucker and take my verseOff of Yelawolf's album, thank you (thank you)I just wanna feed my daughterYou tried to stop the money to support herYou the one always talkin' 'bout the actionText me the addy, I'm pullin' up scrappin'And I'm by fuckin' myself, what's happenin'?EST captain, salute me or shoot meThat's what he's gonna have to do to meWhen he realizes there ain't shit he could do to meEverybody always hated me, this isn't anything new to meYeah there's a difference between usI got all of my shit without Dre producin' me (ayy)I know you're not used to meUsually one of your disses should ruin meBut bitch I'm from ClevelandEverybody quiet this evenin', I'm readin' the eulogy (shh)Dropped an album called KamikazeSo that means he killed himAlready fucked one rapper's girl this weekDon't make me call Kim
I'm sick of them sweatsuits and them corny hats, let's talk about itI'm sick of you bein' rich and you still mad, let's talk about itBoth of us single dads from the Midwest, we can talk about itOr we could get gully, I'll size up your bodyAnd put some white chalk around it
