Machine Gun Kelly – Rap Devil Lyrics

[Intro]
Oh my god, Ronny

[Verse 1]
Ayy somebody grab him some clippers (Zzz)
His fucking beard is weird
Tough talk from a rapper paying 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 yelling 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 something 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
Fucking dweeb, all you do is read the dictionary and stay inside
Fuck Rap God, I’m the Rap Devil
Coming bare-faced with a black shovel
Like the Armageddon when the smoke settle
His body next to this instrumental
I’m saying

[Chorus]
I’m sick of them sweatsuits and them corny hats, let’s talk about it
I’m sick of you being 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

[Verse 2]
Let’s talk about the fact you actually blacked balled 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 (Brr)
Let’s ask Interscope how you had Paul Rosenberg trying 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)
Trying to be the old you so bad you Stan yourself (Ha)
Let’s leave all the beefing to 50 (Please)
Em you’re pushing 50
Why you claiming 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 believed him (Nah)
Please say it ain’t so (No)
The big bad bully of the rap game can’t take a fucking joke
Oh you want some fucking smoke (What?)
But not literally, you’ll choke
Yeah I’ll acknowledge you’re the GOAT
But I’m the Gunner bit’ch, 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

[Chorus]
I’m sick of them sweatsuits and them corny hats, let’s talk about it
I’m sick of you being 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

[Verse 3]
Hello Marshall, my name’s Colson
You should go back to Recovery
I know your ego is hurting just knowing 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 living 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 those 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 (Aye)
But you’re just a bully acting 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

[Chorus]
I’m sick of them sweatsuits and them corny hats, let’s talk about it
I’m sick of you being 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

[Bridge]
Riding shotty cause I gotta roll this dope
It’s a fast road when your idols become your rivals
Never hesitate to say it to your face, I’m an asshole
Bitch ass motherfucker
Oh my god, Ronny

[Verse 4]
We know you get nervous, Rabbit
I see momma’s spaghetti all over your sweater
I wish you would lose yourself on the record that you made a decade ago, they were better
According 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 about the simple fact you had to write a 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 tried to stop the money to support her
You the one always talk about the action
Text me the addy, I’m pulling up scrappy
And I’m by fucking myself, 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 producing me (Aye)
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 evening, I’m reading the eulogy (Shh)
Dropped an album called Kamikaze, so that means it killed him
Already fucked one rapper’s girl this week, don’t make me call Kim

[Chorus]
I’m sick of them sweatsuits and them corny hats, let’s talk about it
I’m sick of you being 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

Doe Boy – Gang (feat. Machine Gun Kelly)

[Intro: Doe Boy]
All fuck niggas exit the building
Right now
Gang in the building
Gang gang

[Hook: Machine Gun Kelly & Doe Boy]
Tell your partner you don’t never want no problems with my
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
Yeah bitch you know I’m know I’m out here wildin’ with my
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
Whoo! Don’t make me pull up on your partners with my
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
You ain’t never gotta ask you know I be that we that
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang gang gang

[Verse 1: Doe Boy]
All my niggas really in these streets
Better not fuck with me
We gon’ pull up ’bout a hundred deep
You not touching me
10 chains ’round my neck, and I dare you try to reach
You must thought this shit was sweet
Pussy boy you ’bout to see
Got them choppers outside, we gon’ take your life boy
I ain’t trynna throw no hands, you see all this ice boy
Brought them pistols to the party, no we do not fight boy
Put them shooters on yo’ ass, better not touch my white boy (oh really)
Yeah they had me down to roll, whole city screaming free me (free Doe)
Let me out of jail ‘cuz they know the streets need me (gang gang)
Rubber band money gang don’t play [?]
Wildin’ with the gang stomp a nigga in these Yeezy’s
Hey!

[Hook: Machine Gun Kelly & Doe Boy]
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
Yeah bitch you know I’m know I’m out here wildin’ with my
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
Whoo! Don’t make me pull up on your partners with my
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
You ain’t never gotta ask you know I be that we that
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang gang gang

[Bridge: Doe Boy & Machine Gun Kelly]
Gang in this bitch, gang in this bitch nigga (ay Doe!)
Gang in this bitch, gang in this bitch nigga (gunner!)
Gang in this bitch, gang in this bitch nigga (ah!)
Gang in this bitch, gang in this bitch nigga (ay!)

[Verse 2: Machine Gun Kelly]
Y’all be trynna talk, I ain’t trynna talk
I be with that scrappin’ in the yard, get that fucking chalk
Get yo’ bitch
Jefe jefe jefe what they call me I’m just twenty-six
See what happens in the club yo’ DJ doesn’t play my shit (ooh ooh)
Ah! Bitch I’m turnt up off the Hen’
I be wildin’ with my gang like I just got up out the pen’
Never sober, I be smokin’ soon as I get out the bed
‘Cuz I ain’t never felt the same since they put pistols to my head (BOOM)
Make some room
What the fuck they gon’ do
Tie that flag around my forehead, I’m EST ’till my tomb
This that gang gang, that double X, and I rep the set with no rules
Homie, what?
Tell your partner you don’t never want no problems with my

[Hook: Machine Gun Kelly & Doe Boy]
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
Yeah bitch you know I’m know I’m out here wildin’ with my
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
Whoo! Don’t make me pull up on your partners with my
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
You ain’t never gotta ask you know I be that we that
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang gang gang

Machine Gun Kelly – Alpha Omega (In Czech Republic) (Live) letras

[Intro]
We not asking mothafuckers to care about us
We just letting mothafuckas know we coming
It’s real, it’s a real mothafuckin’ movement
Whether you like it or not
Whether you support it or not
It’s a real mothafuckin’ movement, man
It’s Cleveland man

[Verse 1]
I am the alpha omega, black flag swinger
Fuck a driveway I’m in airplane hangers
Me and my gang poppin’ champagne like players
For all of them days with no lights and no cable
No one can save you, my city’s fatal
Make it up out of it how can they hate you?
C-L-E-V-E-L-A-N-D’s the greatEST
I’ll light this bitch up make it look like its Vegas
We on, mufucka we on
The first one to blow since Bone
Thinking back when I had a back pack full of fat raps
Didn’t no one wanna hear my song
Mufucka y’all wrong, mufucka y’all wrong
Made it and I never left home
Where I’m from enemies bust off their shells like King Koopa
Roll through these streets come up gone like Bermuda
I’m just a boy in the hood like I’m Cuba
So soon as I moved out I bought me a Ruger
You come to my house you blow loud as a tuba
I bring your bitch here, she’ll go down like a scuba
All of y’all shits out of style like a scooter
Put all of y’all shits in the ditch like a sewer
Make all of y’all bow like my name is Anubis
Talk out your medulla get hit with bazookas

[Hook]
(Bitch!)
I am the alpha, I am the omega
(What?)
I am the alpha, I am the omega
(Ahh!)
I am the alpha, I am the omega
(Ay!)
I am the alpha, I am the omega

[Verse 2]
If you ain’t living your life then you’re dead
And sleep is its cousin so I shot my bed
Paranoia got me using these meds
Now I’m Smokey as Chris on a Friday like Craig
Retract that statement, I’m stoney as Fred
Evacuate when my homies get mad
You better pray to your God for a blessing
Before they make your world look like Armageddon
Knew I was trouble since I was 11
Ripped up my jeans and I bought me a leather
My friends saw me as a King like Coretta
My dad saw his son as a nuisance, a rebel, and (ahh!)
My music sounds like the devil
Turn that shit off or get out of my temple
Right after that he’d go back to his Kettle One vodka
And drink it all up till he’s mental
I have no issue, I am official
Let them come at me I practice Jiu Jitsu
Only fear two things with three letters dawg
That’s G-O-D, God and my fucking initials
Doctors called up to the news to report to them what they discovered
Said I’m the first of a species that they call a real muthafucka, (Kells)
And I’m sorry if you get a lot of hits from all my followers
If you acknowledge us in any other way then positive
But you shouldn’t be hollering or talking about Superman
When you’re living in Metropolis
And if you follow astronomy I’m a Taurus
That means I don’t give a fuck what you thought of me
I walk into an interview looking like a lobotomy
Flipping my middle finger at everybody who watching us, (uh)
Fuck that bring the beat back
Kill this instrumental leave the body where the reef at
Nah, fuck that where the keef at
Sprinkle a little bit on a quarter of my weed sack
Give me a minute I took a hit I’m tryna focus like astigmatism
My competition on my dick, they’re like the zip on my denim
They want the heat I light em up like I put cigarettes in ’em
You bitch, whats your religion?
I wanna know what God you’re seeing in a couple of seconds
I wanna see the criticism bout my lyricism
When I’m in your face rippin’ this rhythm up like canabalism
Its Kells

[Hook]
(Bitch!)
I am the alpha, I am the omega
(What?)
I am the alpha, I am the omega
(Ahh!)
I am the alpha, I am the omega
(Ay!)
I am the alpha, I am the omega

[Outro]
I am the alpha omega, the fuck is you saying?
I am the alpha omega, the fuck is you saying?
I am the alpha omega, the fuck is you saying?
EST run shit you better quit playing
They start a war if you mention my name
I’m the alpha omega
Beginning and end