Machine Gun Kelly - Rap Devil

Oh my god‚ Rony

Ayy‚ somebody grab him some clippers

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 are sober and bored‚ huh? (I know)

′bout to be 46 years old‚ dog

Talkin′ ′bout I am call up Trick Trick

Man‚ you sound like a bitch‚ bitch

Man up and handle your shit

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 are the greatest rapper alive

fuckin dweeb‚ all you do is read the dictionary and stay inside

Fuck Rap God‚ I am the Rap Devil

Comin′ bare faced with a black shovel

Like the Armageddon when the smoke settle

His body next to this instrumental‚ I am sayin′

I am sick of them sweatsuit is and them corny hats‚ let′s talk about it

I am 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 will size up your body

And put some white chalk around it

Let′s talk about the fact you actually blackballed a rapper

That′s twice as young as you

Let′s call Sway

Ask why I can′t go on Shade 45 because of you

Let′s ask Interscope

How you had Paul Rosenberg tryin′ to shelf me

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?

I know you can′t stand yourself (no)

Tryin′ to be the old you so bad you Stan yourself

Let′s leave all the beefin′ to 50 (please)

Em‚ You are pushin′ 50

Why you claimin′ that I am call Puff?

When you the one that called Diddy (facts)

Then you went and called Jimmy (facts)

They conference called me in the morning

They told me you mad about a tweet

You wanted me to say sorry

I swear to God I ain′t believe him

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

But not literally‚ you′ll choke

Yeah I will acknowledge You are the GOAT

But I am The Gunner‚ bitch‚ I got you in the scope

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 am sick of them sweatsuit is and them corny hats‚ let′s talk about it

I am 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 will size up your body

And put some white chalk around it

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 am 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 am hungry