paroles de chanson Rap Devil - Machine Gun Kelly
Oh
my
god,
Ronny
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'
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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