“Figlio della Morte e di Dio.”

Lyrics

I’m from Iowa beef ain’t shit to me Gun Barrel thinks he hard but got rocked by 2 seniors, and he’s in his 30’s, Barrel in his face and backed out fuckin wiener Ain’t nobody give a shit about your thug demeanor Because the people you hang with ain’t gangster neither All 20 of you folded with double the numbers If you’s a thug lil buddy why ain’t you pull out the thumper Just admit bro you scared and only hard to fit in That’s why you talk all that shit in a city in which you don’t live And in case you need a reminder, You’re a cracker too So anything you say about me You say about you hurrr I’m Kellz I know cartels, if you did you wouldn’t be bragging he ride around with people making fun of the disabled his crew got ran out of the 515 fled out to the boonies then to his lil hotel with some grannies for some poon because he too rude to pull anything fresh, hear the Grand Canyon breeze between any legs he spreads. sex workers rock but when they tell you enough. you don’t stop. rapist. “Machine Gun Kelly es un violador” “Machine Gun Kelly es un violador” “Machine Gun Kelly es un violador” “Machine Gun Kelly es un violador” statutory, statutory, “Machine Gun Kelly es un violador” “hawk you’re such a fool” Nah I’m so fuckin corny I play Minecraft in my room, while my 2nd device be tracking everywhere you move! like I know when you cried back in like 99 when grandma said your grounded cuz you don’t follow rules now look at you like it only happened to you news flash I was abused too got a pole stuck up my ass at 13 dude don’t think for a second I won’t hesitate to kill you there’s a reason you don’t survive much longer in God’s Story, oh boy, but I’m just some cracker from Des Moines so I guess I wouldn’t know cuz I’m playing with toys believe what you want that’s your choice but don’t cry bitch when I pull up with my noise, we might be honky trash but we can get it too and it’s a shame because I put in good word for you if I didn’t stick my neck out you’d still be in a grave from that killshot you claimed missed you. begging us to come get you if the gang gang had yo damn back you wouldnt have sat in jail for Jack the old heads wouldn’t be saying that we smokin that Kelly pack get it cuz you a country prodigy, crossover King, but you stick out like a trailer in a tornado you daily dry snitch on your squad you act like you’re a god if someone don’t like you it’s suck my knob but that ain’t how this works you say the wrong shit bodied from the hearse to the dirt from living and breathing to screen print on a shirt on my momma I ain’t fuckin with your drama stretch you like a fuckin llama this is white on white crime fuck you slime go head and slide former juvenile felon bitch ill pop yo fuckin melon who the fuck are you to question I ain’t stressin I’m a scholar in this shit you just a naive 25th year freshman if you took the time to check the facts you’d know i don’t say this shit to flex man I’m tellin you to sit down shut up