Machine Gun Kelly - Breaking News lyrics

No mercy has begun Ladies and gentlemen Machine Gun Kelly This kid, I think he is a star He's one of the best live performers I've ever seen He has also, more importantly, a movement Backpack, f** that, I was always hanging where the thugs at I was always hanging with the rug rats Someone come and show me where the d** at Someone come and pop on a hot song, meaning my sh** Get and iPhone, take a video I'll make a last song, get some popcorn 'Cause I murder every single instrumental that I get on And a motherf**er isn't gonna stop this year Until I make an album like a 2Pacalypse Until I'm k**ing everybody like an Auschwitz sponsored links Until I'm revolutionary like a Gandhi is Until I'm popping all these bottle to accomplishments Until I'm always high and mellow where the comet is Until whenever somebody is feeling talkative My name is brought up, doesn't matter what the topic is Didn't think I rap? b**h I flow like boom, boom, bah Bet you come from where you never move that Look into my room, get a few look at my packs, goddamn Got weed, got jack, oxys have that Got jimmy, got slash, got shrooms, got hash ...syndrome ...got mad Walked on the red carpet like kiss my a** you b**h f** that, y'all don't gotta hear sh** Ask anybody in the 216 If my name rings bells in them bricks Everybody know who that is What you hating boy? You late boy You ain't heard about that great boy That three letter name Caucasian boy Used to live right there up the way boy Man, you heard about him, you said the name You saw the iTunes and click the play You liked the sh** and you bought the sh** Put him on a playlist right next to Jay And your girl saw me, I signed her tits And she disappeared, you couldn't find the b**h And your heart stopped, you know what time it is I put my dick in that common sense f** boy you lonely, f** boy, you phony You would think these f** boys f**ing boys With the way that they be all on me If it ain't EST in your mouth, then whatever you rep is corny Got a new single without me on it? That sh** boring, b**h I'm snoring Man, I'm touring every damn day I'll show y'all how to turn up 100 Js in my ashtray, b**h I'll show y'all how to burn up Sacrificed what y'all wouldn't give to these kids And now you love fans? None of these rappers got a movement, tell 'em quit jocking my a** Goddamn, and y'all can have the bloggers, I don't type sh** God gave me both these hands to fight with, what's up? Now it's like a knife click 'cause my right hand's like Vikings Might just throw you on the ground like dices Might just go into the pocket with your license Get a wallet and a couple dollars my nice sh** Dyke b**hes all up on my dick that's priceless I just f** 'em at the wet like Pisces Wife is jealous on the b**h I'm with cause they almost F like D minus, get it? Digest every little word I'm spitting 'Cause it's food for thought so pay attention, better listen I'm on a mission to k** off every one of my competition And if you are with that then good riddance motherf**er