The Arsonist
Title | The Arsonist |
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Artist | Machine Gun Kelly |
Album | 100 Words and Running |
Release Date | 2010-02-11 |
Description | ? |
Lyrics | [Intro] Kells, never been a punk Always had hands, tall skinny city boy, white skin black chucks And everybody that wanna challenge I can do whatever you do but you ball- [Interlude] Man hold up, hold up, hold up, you gotta stop, stop that, stop goddamn I don’t think ya’ll know what's going on right now man, check it out This is the kid, MGK, Machine Gun Kelly, and this the mother fuckin’ mixtape, 100 words and running, Lace the fuck up, Kells! [Verse 1] Uhh, Kells, never been a punk Always had hands, tall skinny city boy, white skin black chucks And everybody that wanna challenge I can do whatever you do But you ball, I dunk (Swisssh) You thought them up Sleeping on the bottom, I'm on top of the bunk So when the Machine’s getting something to eat You wanna breathe, bitch please now use that tongue But don't use that wrong and tell your boyfriend who you used it on She calling me daddy and her boy Lil' Jon So if we gotta problem then let's get crunk (Yeaah!) I-I am what you wishing for The dropout will receive what you paying your tuition for Said you wanna rap (why?), tell me what you spitting for I am the only great white Get it, what you fishing for? [Interlude 2] Hold up stop stop, I just said I-I am the only great white and I'm a white rapper And great white like a shark... 'what you fishing for?' Ya’ll don’t get it... [Verse 2] Ok fuck that bring it back This is what I gotta do to get my city back No we not the east or southwest any that Straight down the middle like a goddamn Kit-Kat Yea, yea no mornings because there isn't no sleep just yawning Trying to get a house on the prairie on top of the hill Now where's my awnings Ow and if we recording, put this song in the obituary Have my manager notify Yonny and tell him I killed his beat, I'm sorry [Verse 3] But Kells is just a beast like that Got a beauty on my arm call Disney tell them that the beast is back We beat that, weed is crack, show me where the freaks is at Not a stain on me, you would think I'm where the bleach is at Up front let me beat the back Give an uncle like my niece react Came without a snorkel but she show me where her beach is at Surf's up, the cat got me riding her body waves, positions change Now I'm all over her chest like Axe body spray And she can't even go down and get my rocks off (Why?) Cause so many haters dangling they rip my cock off (What?) Nah, I'm just playing, but yo for real though How 'bout you get off my sack and buy yourself a dildo? Or buy yourself some steels yo, selling 16’s like pills yo I'll get your career rolling, rolling no wheels bro So what I gotta steal fo? Even though I'm in the spot that ya'll kill fo Cause if you watch Finding Nemo y'all the Krill fucking meals ho What the deal yo, what I need a deal fo? I got every coast in the country dancing to my songs; heel-toe Entrepreneur’s hero, 19 years older than zero Nine digits follow the zeros on my check Now where’s my pillow? Goodnight You might also like[Outro] Shadyville's DJs Big shouts to my man DJ E-V [?] All new music cartel |