Highline Ballroom Soundcheck Freestyle

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[Verse 1: Machine Gun Kelly] Ayo, first off my name is (Hi) Fuck that, check the playlist Bitch, I'm tryna blow up like the Al Qaedas (Bah) But why y'all wanna be famous? So I can pay for protection and pretend to be gangsta? These rappers is five foot tall talkin' 'bout gang-bangin' I'm 6'3'', my pee make 'em yellow like Coldplay is Six deep up in the rental Honda from Avis Bad bitches give me brain that explains the mindless behavior But fuck 'em and never mind 'em like a hater This rap shit is wack I'm goin' back to gettin' paid under the table This industry turns me off like I forgot to pay my cable A bunch of males on these labels tryna stick it in my anal (What the fuck?) So I fuck these girls cause they're rear-ended (Buh) I said motherfuck the world 'cause it's near-ended (Uh) And if you're scared go to church Other than that go get a shirt with my name on it Get your peers offended (Offended) You're tormented by my face, huh? Yeah (Ah, ha) That makes you think of what you ain't, huh? Yeah So shimmy shimmy yah shimmy yay Get your old dirty ass out the way Hold up (Brr) [Interlude: Machine Gun Kelly] Kells, Kells, it's XXL We've got some wonderful news and I just wanted to tell Now I know you and our freshman issue don't sit well So we said fuck everyone else, gave you the cover to yourself [Verse 2: Machine Gun Kelly] I ain't ballin' but I'm at the free throw Didn't go to college, but I know this gringo is copied more than a fuckin' Kinkos Mijo, mis amigos will cut you into burritos And feed you to the seagulls, your career's over, finito (Fatality) Yeah, bitch, yeah, bitch, call me Steve-O I'm a jackass, I'll 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 (Men) Call me an asshole but be tactical 'Cause the wrong vernacular could turn something spectacular to a massacre Microphone damager, Midwest assassiner A Cleveland cannibal, able to eat any of you faggots like bananas My cabinets are full of plants that make my lungs blacker than Janet High as intergalactic planets, I think I work for NASA My Chucks are classic, body marked up like my manager's calendar Fans are fanatical still I'm slept on like these mattresses Wake up, can you see me? Somebody get binoculars I'm on top of a mammoth slappin' two animal activists Livin' up to the standards I got stuck with as a rapper A havoc, problematic, psychopathic, bastard, ambassador (Cough, cough) hotboxin' an Acura Pants saggin' gettin' head from Tabatha (Me) Bitch, I be that skinny motherfucker (Go) Cleveland's what I'm reppin' They already know the answer Ain't no motherfuckin' question, it's Kells, yeah I got more bars than a jail I got more heat than the sun itself You would think I was a member of Hell You would think I didn't have any manners the way I use this Biggie beat for myself But if anyone of you got a problem than let me call P. Diddy up on the cell and we'll tell you [Outro: Machine Gun Kelly, The Notorious B.I.G.] Fuck the world it don't ask me for shit! All you industry bitches can suck my dick Fuck the world it don't ask me for shit I said all you industry bitches can suck my dick, bitch