Highline Ballroom Soundcheck Lyrics

Ayo First off, my name is (HI) Fuck that, check the playlist Bitch I’m trying to blow up like the Al Quedas But why l wanna be famous? So I can pay for protection and pretend to be gangsta These rappers is 5 foot tall-talking bout gangbangin, I’m 6’3, I pee, make em yellow like Coldplay is 6 deep, up in a rental Honda from Avis Bad bitches give me brain that explains the mindless behavior, But fuck ‘em and never mind em like a hater (Fuck ‘em) This rap shit is whack, I’m going back to getting paid under the table This industry turns me off like I forgot to pay my cable Bunch of males on these labels trying to stick it in my anal So I fuck these girls ‘cause they rear ended Said mothafuck the world ‘cause it’s near endin Uh, and if you scared go to church, Other than that go get a shirt with my name on it, get your peers offended You’re tormented by my face huh? Yeah! It makes you think of what you ain’t huh? Yeah! So chhimeee-chimee ahh, chime ayyy, get yo old dirty ass out the way Holdup! Brrrrrrrrrrrrr Kells, Kells, it’s XXL We got some wonderful news and I just wanted to tell Now I know you and our freshman issue don’t sit well So we said fuck everyone else gave you the cover to yourself I ain’t ballin but I’m at the freethrow Didn’t go to college but I know this gringo is copied more than a fucking Kinkos, mijo Mis amigos will cut you into burritos And fed you to the seagulls, Your career is over Finito! FATALITY. Yeah bitch, yeah bitch, call me Steve-O I’m a jackass, [ From: http://www.metrolyrics.com/highline-ballroom-soundcheck-lyrics-machine-gun-kelly.html ] I’ll backhand my country’s Presidento I don’t take part in politics, Where I’m from we call it deep throat I’d rather fuck me a bitch In X-Men like Magnito Call me an asshole but be tactical Cause the raw vernacular could turn something spectacular into a massacre Microphone damager Midwest assassiner Cleveland cannibal able to eat any of you faggots like bananas My cabinets are full of plants that make my lungs blacker than Janen High as intergalactic planets I think I work for NASA My chucks is classic Body marked up like my managers calendar Fans are fanatical Still I’m slept on like these mattresses Wake up Can you see me Somebody get binoculars I’m on top of a mammoth slappin' two animal activists Living up to the standards I got stuck with as a rapper i had tha problematic, psychopathic, bastard-ambassador(?) Hot-boxin an Acura, Pants sagggin, getting head from Tabitha Bitch I be that skinny mufucka Cleveland’s what I’m reppin They already know the answer Ain’t no mothafuckin question Its Kells! Ugh! I got more boys than a jail I got more heat than the Sun itself You would think I was a member of hell You would think I didn’t have any manners the way I used this Biggie beat for myself BUT if anyone of you got a problem then lemme call P.Diddy up on his cell and we'll tell you Fuck the world don’t ask me for shit All you industry bitches can suck my dick Fuck the world don’t ask me for shit I said all you industry bitches can suck my dick… BITCH!