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      Machine Gun Kelly

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      Machine Gun Kelly - Rap Devil Música y Letra

      [Producer Tag]
      Oh my god, Ronny
      
      [Verse 1]
      Ayy, somebody grab him some clippers (zzzzt)
      His fuckin' beard is weird
      Tough talk from a rapper payin' millions for security a year
      "I think my dad's gone crazy," yeah, Hailie, you right
      Dad's always mad cooped up in the studio, yellin' at the mic
      You're sober and bored, huh? (I know)
      About to be 46 years old, dog
      Talkin' 'bout "I'ma call up Trick Trick"
      Man, you sound like a bitch, bitch
      Man up and handle your shit (ugh)
      Mad about somethin' I said in 2012
      Took you six years and a surprise album just to come with a diss
      Homie we get it, we know that you're the greatest rapper alive
      Fuckin' dweeb, all you do is read the dictionary and stay inside
      Fuck Rap God, I'm the Rap Devil
      Comin' bare-faced with a black shovel
      Like the Armageddon when the smoke settle
      His body next to this instrumental, I'm sayin'
      
      [Chorus]
      I'm sick of them sweatsuits and them corny hats, let's talk about it
      I'm sick of you bein' rich and you still mad, let's talk about it
      Both of us single dads from the Midwest, we can talk about it
      Or we could get gully, I'll size up your body
      And put some white chalk around it
      
      [Verse 2]
      Let's talk about the fact you actually blackballed a rapper
      That's twice as young as you (let's talk about it)
      Let's call Sway
      Ask why I can't go on Shade 45 because of you (brrt)
      Let's ask Interscope
      How you had Paul Rosenberg tryin' to shelf me (huh?)
      Still can't cover up the fact
      Your last four albums is as bad as your selfie
      Now 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' 50
      Why 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 tweet
      You 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' joke
      Oh, you want some fuckin' smoke (what?)
      But not literally, you'll choke
      Yeah I'll acknowledge you're the GOAT
      But 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
      
      [Chorus]
      I'm sick of them sweatsuits and them corny hats, let's talk about it
      I'm sick of you bein' rich and you still mad, let's talk about it
      Both of us single dads from the Midwest, we can talk about it
      Or we could get gully, I'll size up your body
      And put some white chalk around it
      
      [Verse 3]
      Hello Marshall, my name's Colson
      You should go back to Recovery
      I know your ego is hurtin'
      Just knowin' that all of your fans discovered me (hi)
      He like, "Damn, he a younger me
      Except he dresses better and I'm ugly
      Always making fun of me."
      Stop all the thuggery, Marshall, you livin' in luxury (damn)
      Look what you done to me
      Dropped an album just because of me
      Damn, you in love with me!
      You got money but I'm hungry
      I like the diss but you won't say them lyrics out in front of me
      Shout out to every rapper that's up under me
      Know that I'll never do you like this fuckery
      Still bitter after everyone loves you
      Pull 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 baby
      So I gotta read you a nursery (nursery)
      I'm the ghost of the future
      And you're just Ebenezer Scrooge (facts)
      I said on Flex anyone could get it
      I ain't know it would be you
      
      [Chorus]
      I'm sick of them sweatsuits and them corny hats, let's talk about it
      I'm sick of you bein' rich and you still mad, let's talk about it
      Both of us single dads from the Midwest, we can talk about it
      Or we could get gully, I'll size up your body
      And put some white chalk around it
      
      [Bridge]
      Ridin' shotty 'cause I gotta roll this dope
      It's a fast road when your idols become your rivals, yeah
      Never hesitate to say it to your face, I'm a asshole
      Bitch-ass motherfucker
      Oh my god, Ronny
      
      [Verse 4]
      We know you get nervous, Rabbit
      I see Momma's spaghetti all over your sweater
      I wish you would lose yourself on the records
      That you made a decade ago, they were better
      Accordin' to them, you're a national treasure
      To me, you're as soft as a feather
      The type to be scared to ask Rihanna for her number
      Just hold her umbrella-ella-ella
      "I'm not afraid," okay Oscar the Grouch, chill on the couch (fuck)
      You got an Oscar, damn
      Can anyone else get some food in their mouth? (For real)
      They made a movie about you, you're in everybody's top ten
      You're not getting better with time
      It's fine, Eminem, put down the pen
      Or write an apology
      Over the simple fact you had to diss to acknowledge me
      I am the prodigy
      How could I even look up to you? You ain't as tall as me
      5'8" and I'm 6'4", seven punches hold your head still
      Last time you saw 8 Mile was at home on a treadmill
      You were named after a candy
      I was named after a gangster (brr)
      And don't be a sucker and take my verse
      Off of Yelawolf's album, thank you (thank you)
      I just wanna feed my daughter
      You tryna stop the money to support her
      You the one always talkin' 'bout the action
      Text me the addy, I'm pullin' up scrappin'
      And I'm by my fuckin' self, what's happenin'?
      EST captain, salute me or shoot me
      That's what he's gonna have to do to me
      When he realizes there ain't shit he could do to me
      Everybody always hated me, this isn't anything new to me
      Yeah there's a difference between us
      I got all of my shit without Dre producin' me (ayy)
      I know you're not used to me
      Usually one of your disses should ruin me
      But bitch I'm from Cleveland
      Everybody quiet this evenin', I'm readin' the eulogy (shh)
      Dropped an album called Kamikaze
      So that means he killed him
      Already fucked one rapper's girl this week
      Don't make me call Kim
      
      [Chorus]
      I'm sick of them sweatsuits and them corny hats, let's talk about it
      I'm sick of you bein' rich and you still mad, let's talk about it
      Both of us single dads from the Midwest, we can talk about it
      Or we could get gully, I'll size up your body
      And put some white chalk around it

      Machine Gun Kelly - Rap Devil Música y Letra

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