Machine Gun Kelly - Hated (Freestyle) lyrics

[Machine Gun Kelly - Hated Freestyle lyrics]

Lace the fuck up, muthafucka

And I'm young Ozzy machine gun little Tommy
Mayhem fuckin' Pamela up in the lobby
Make her shake then she bake
Like I'm Ricky Bobby
Eat the munchies then I skate
Like I'm playin' hockey
Sex pistol, everything I said Vicious
I'm makin' Johnny Cash
Haters eat my Limp Bizkit
Buy a dub then I step, no Skrillex
Grab the Jimmy, no Hendrix
Put my dick in her appendix then bust
Yeah, I don't give a fuck
I eat pussy so that means I
Can eat whoever I want
And these rappers smell a little fishy
Maybe you a lunch i'm a muthafuckin' punker
You a muthafuckin' punk
Tour bus full of girlfriends, everybody fuck
Bamboos full of elephant trunk
You call blunts
So if you with me throw them fuckin' l's up
EST or you a muthafuckin' cunt, bitch, what

I'm hated, I'm hated, I'm hated, I'm hated
I'm hated, I'm hated, I'm hated, I'm hated
Muthafucka, I'm hated, muthafucka, I'm hated
Muthafucka, I'm hated, muthafucka, i'm hated
Muthafucka, I'm hated, muthafucka, I'm hated
Muthafucka, I'm hated, muthafucka, i'm hated
Yeah, bitch, I'm hated, yeah
Bitch, I'm hated
Yeah, bitch, I'm hated, yeah, bitch
I'm hated yeah, bitch, I'm hated, yeah
Bitch, I'm hated
Yeah, bitch, I'm hated, yeah, bitch
I'm hated
Muthafucka, I'm hated, muthafucka, I'm hated
Muthafucka, I'm hated, muthafucka, i'm hated
And I don't give a fuck, bitch, I'm

Big chief of chuck T's wife beater
Still hood four doors no two seater
Juanita, brain like a smart senior
And she pop two like she got a cold fever
Fuck bitches, dudes don't fly neither
Two liters of the brown me and Tecca Ninna
The green give me amnesia
While it's Kells poppin' out
The goddamn speaker
Now too many people keep up with
The wordplay of my raps, dawg
So maybe the crititcs slow and
I'm too fuckin' fast, dawg
There's three reasons why I am better
Than your favorite rapper star
I can rap hard, I got better fans
And I'll beat his fuckin' ass, dawg
Cleveland on my shoulder like a backpack
Cleveland on my shoulder, look at that tat
Cleveland is the city where I'm at
Bring the cheese and turn this bitch
Into a muthafuckin' rat trap
Fuck the chorus
I been hated and they know that
Fuck the forest
Chop the trees and then we blow that
I'ma Taurus, but I don't bullshit
You can get the fuck out or
Come and get this full dick
And maybe call up a couple of fans
And they didn't come over
Because they were scared
Because they were intimidated by the noise or
Maybe by the mohawk in my hair
Or maybe my boys who don't even rap
Or the many celebrities that it attract
Instead of adapting to ski mask
A matter of fact how 'bout, you know what
Give me that

I'm hated, hated, hated, hated
Ha, lace up, bitch 'Til you face up, bitch
Until then, blaze up, bitch
They hate us, bitch
But that's who made us, bitch
That girl gon' blame us, bitch
And if you sleepin' on the kid, wake up
Bitch bitch, bitch, I heard the girls
Like it when I say, "Bitch!"

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