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Machine Gun Kelly – Rap Devil Lyrics

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Machine Gun Kelly – Rap Devil Lyrics

Rap Devil Lyrics by .( Diss)

[Intro]
Oh my god, Ronnie

[Verse 1]
Ayy somebody grab him some clippers, his fucking beard is weird
Tough talk from a rapper paying millions for security a year
“I think my dad’s gon’ crazy,” yeah Hailie you right
Dad’s always mad couped up in the studio yelling at the mic
You’re sober and bored, huh “I know”
About to be 46 years old, dog
Talking bout “I’ma call up Trick Trick” man you sound like a b—h, b—h
Man up and handle your s–t
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
F—–g dweeb, all you do is read the dictionary and stay inside
F–k Rap God, I’m the Rap Devil
Coming bear face with a black shovel
Like the Armaggedon when the smoke settle
His body next to this instrumental
I’m saying

[Hook/Chorus]
I’m sick of them sweatsuits and that corny a-s, 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
Let’s ask Interscope how you had Rosenberg trying to shelf me
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?
I know you can’t stand yourself
Trying to be the old you so bad you stan yourself
Let’s leave all the beefing to 50 “please”, Em you’re pushing fifty
Why you claiming that I’mma call Puff when you’re the one that called Diddy “Facts”
Then you went and called Jimmy “Facts”
They conference called me in the morning
They told me you mad about a tweet
You wanted me to say sorry
I swear to God I ain’t believed him
Please say it ain’t so
The big bad bully of the rap game can’t take a f—–g joke
Oh you want some f—–g smoke
But not literally, you’ll choke
Yeah I’ll acknowledge you’re the GOAT
But I’m the Gunner b—h, I got you in the scope
Don’t have a heart attack now
Somebody help your mans up
Knees weak of old age
The real Slim Shady can’t stand up

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[Hook/Chorus]
I’m sick of them sweatsuits and that corny a-s, 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
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’re living in luxury
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 f-ckery
Still bitter after everyone loves you
Pull that wedgie out your dungeries
I gotta respect the OGs and I know most of ’em personally
But you’re just a bully acting like a baby so I gotta read you a nursery
I’m the ghost of the future and you’re just Ebenezer Scrooge
I said on Flex, anyone could get it
I ain’t know it would be you

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[Hook/Chorus]
I’m sick of them sweatsuits and that corny a-s, 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 a—–e
B—h a-s m———-r

[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 number, just hold umbrella-ella-ella
“I’m not afraid,” okay Oscar the Grouch, chill on the couch
You got an Oscar, damn can anyone else get some food in their mouth?
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’re not even 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
And don’t be a sucker and take my verse off of Yelawolf’s album, 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 f—–g myself, what’s happening?
EST captain, salute me or shoot me
That’s what he’s gonna have to do to me when he realizes there ain’t s–t 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 s–t without producing me
I know you’re not used to me
Usually one of your disses should ruin me
But b—h I’m from Cleveland, everybody quiet this evening, I’m reading the eulogy
Dropped an album called , so that means it killed him
Already f—-d one rapper’s girl this week, don’t make me call Kim

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[Hook/Chorus]
I’m sick of them sweatsuits and that corny a-s, 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

SONG INFO

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Released: September 3, 2018

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