Lyrics:
The Artillery Man And The Fighting Machine
Journalist: The hammering from the pit and the pounding
of guns grew louder. My fear rose at the sound
With crayolas on construction paper
I'm trying to fuck my neighbor, I'm tryna hook my waves up
I'm tryna pull my grades up, to get them saddle lace ups
the speed of sound
Ooh, it's a killing machine
It's got everything
Like a driving power
Big fat tyres and everything
I love it and I need it, I feed
give him his quarterly oral
Scene that he normally skeets
That horror scene of a night
Behind bars humbled you surely
Cause Machine Gun Kelly done
Machine Gun Kelly and Eminems Kamikaze
Damn, Does she even know me as I am
Does she recognize my voice why can’t she see that im the man
With the plan, I am
Bonnie bitch I'm Clyde 2 Tommys thats a double drum
Shit get troublesome
My bitch hold her yoppa that shit pink it look like bubblegum
Pink machine gun no
mane
Industry baby
She don't fuck lames
Everything different
It all changed
She grow up ta Makaveli
Bumpin n grindin free Kelly
Hittin like a machine gun
hunnits
I'm bought money, my money coming in all hunnits
I rep Ohio like Machine Gun Kelly
And I'm getting paid like Buns off of belly
Eighty-five Monte
like machine guns
My one and only the only one ima need huh
No cap i done found me a real one
Bad shawty five four with her heels on
Fuck a snack its
hoes get the most, not the lesser
Pringlez so hard , don't need a Enzyte
Young nigga pimping like dolomite
Gun Hill road by the deli and im rolling dice
he make it home
And sleep right, instead of churnin' the heat night
Ayo maxin' with the machine guns, new gelatous
Tryna stay away from the jail gangs
Machine Gun Kelly
Think I’m a saint
With a nine on my hip
I got the vision, I really can see
Bar after bar, they don’t wanna battle me
Perfecting my craft I
Cause I'm the illest from many
And I'm gon' hop out a Bentley
And I'ma fucking machine gun but I don't talk about Kelly
And I've been chopping everybody
in here with the hell of us
Pop a bottle swallow all it, tommy gun I'm Belichuck
Kelly mix the beats, except for Kelly also me
18 and lethal with
the ones to cop the island
Took the ones to cop the island
Took the ones to cop the island
Took the ones to cop the island
One hundred thousand machine guns
yo uh-huh
yessir
turn everything up some more
the drums you know, the music and shit
(holla back) i'm goin for it now
(holla back) yessir
yo uh-huh
yessir
turn everything up some more
the drums you know, the music and shit
(holla back) i'm goin for it now
(holla back) yessir
Kelly was a blackjack dealer living on the Gulf of Mexico
Kelly had a taste for guns and pills; he was looking for a mark to roll
Sarah was a Kappa
Struggle balanced by big dreams
Even the minds of psychedelic hustlers
Explode with grand schemes
My homey Illion says
On the top of some buildings
You can
And my pride don't give a damn
By now You know I always got a plan
Right now my product on high demand
Machine guns
On
Machine guns
On
Even street niggas
weird judas became a angel
Degrees n lip professing -Keep it real is just statement
Y’all looking 4 Neo he architected by Satan
They Vs came with
dumb shitty flows.
And tho I am a Stan, I love
Machine Gun Kelly, yo.
Gnasty Music's mad amusing and his
Beats are pretty dope.
Have 3 Groupies, but they
od początku, aż po kres
Taka z ciebie miękka pała
Że twój to bezpieczny seks (ej)
Jestem jak Machine Gun Kelly Łakom
Robię bang bang słyszysz bang
with the Ruger, by the intersect sign
Hit 'em with a Tommy, so my niggas call me Pammy
And I always keep the jammy
In a truck or in a Lamby
Put my
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