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Machine Gun Kelly

George Kelly Barnes (July 18, 1895 – July 18, 1954) better known as "Machine Gun Kelly", was an American gangster from Memphis, Tennessee, during the prohibition era. He attended Central High School in Memphis. His nickname came from his favorite weapon, a Thompson submachine gun. His most infamous crime was the kidnapping of oil tycoon and businessman Charles F. Urschel in July 1933 for which he, and his gang, collected a $200,000 ransom. Urschel had collected and left considerable evidence that assisted the subsequent FBI investigation which eventually led to Kelly's arrest in Memphis, Tennessee, on September 26, 1933. His crimes also included bootlegging and armed robbery. more »

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Yah! Young rich nigga
Migos in the building
Young rich nigga shit, man
F*ck wrong with these niggas, man? Go!

Yo' bitch wanna f*ck the squad
Cause she see exotic cars
Them niggas hating on your boy
Bow, bow, gruow, gruow we got body parts
Young rich nigga tryna see a milli
I got niggas that'll get you
For a meal ticket i know niggas that remix
Re-rock the whole chicken
I feel like the president, Richard Nixon

Gotta watch for them snake niggas plotting
Young rich nigga
I'm walking around with the rocket
I ain't seen you in two years
So how I f*ck with you?
I ain't even gon' touch you I'ma
Let my man's get you
I pull up and pop in the
Trunk and it looking like hopscotch
Big blocks
Remember me hitting the juugs and licks
And ducking and dodging the cops
I feel like 2Pac
It's me against the world and
I can't be stopped just me in the drop, came
From holes in my sock, and now I got guap

Yo' bitch wanna f*ck the squad
Cause she see exotic cars
Them niggas hating on your boy
Bow, bow, gruow, gruow we got body parts
Young rich nigga tryna see a milli
I got niggas that'll get you
For a meal ticket i know niggas that remix
Re-rock the whole chicken
I feel like the president, Richard Nixon

Gruow, gruow, gruow we got body parts
I don't need no body guard
I just use my face card
In the kitchen frying fishes
Got to come with tartar sauce
Call me Pastor Takeoff
Healing niggas Peter Popoff
I'm A1 nigga no steak sauce
Baking the birdies, I'm having a bake-off
Extorting these niggas and money they pay off
These niggas got work but ain't
Working they laid off
I hide body parts like I'm Jeffrey Dahmer
A living legend, Ronald McDonald
My wrist terminator, but I am no Arnold
Football Xans, I call 'em Hey Arnold

Yo' bitch wanna f*ck the squad
Cause she see exotic cars
Them niggas hating on your boy
Bow, bow, gruow, gruow we got body parts
Young rich nigga tryna see a milli
I got niggas that'll get you
For a meal ticket i know niggas that remix
Re-rock the whole chicken
I feel like the president, Richard Nixon

F*ck nigga talking hit 'em with extensions
Throw 'em in the river now the nigga missing
F*ck nigga tripping, not payin' attention
I hit 'em with semis he don't even see it
If I catch a body I'm gonna be innocent
Clear the whole scene and
I'm leaving no witnesses
Everybody get it, even civilians
The only people that I spare is the children
Dissecting you niggas
Take away your body parts
Karate chop that nigga like it's martial-arts
Shot that nigga, left 'em at the park
Put the pussy nigga on a milk carton
My choppa banana-clipped, got a knife
Don't roll the dice nigga, you risk your life
I'm pouring up lean on your grave-site
I throw him the bullet
He catch it like Jerry Rice

Ugh, f*ck a bitch cause it's Thug Life
Smoking good cause my plug right
200k sold on my debut release
200 felons locked up from the team
Popping 200 bottles the day they release
Yes, I am deceased
Meaning I'm raiding from all of these sheets
Get Rich or Die Tryin' keep that on repeat
And all these bitches is trying to get on me
And I f*ck all of them
Hoes, got 2 cell phones
Can't none of them call me

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