Machine Gun Kelly - Tim Westwood TV 2015 (Freestyle) lyrics

Uh, Kells they don't wanna see a
Real muh'fucker winnin'
All the greats died but
There's still one livin'
I spit reality when all
The music nows gimmicks
It's kinda foul to see that what
We do is all image but I really live this
Jimi Hendrix 'till my lyrics hit 'em
Then Bob Dylan asked why I
Ain't on the television
Cause a premonition of John Lennon
Said the second you
Preaching the message is the
Minute you Zeppelin
That means on the stairway to Heaven I
Go back to the two family homes
Where my daddies cologne would cover up the
Fact we Rolling Stoned i got
Places to roam, reading through a text
On my phone from Billy Joe
Saying 'You are the next Joey Ramone'
Smoking Chili Peppers outta bong
Kiedis recognized the tattoo on my arm said
Flea and em' told 'bout my songs
I turn around "What's it gwan' Bob?"
Getting gnarly with Marley, smoking barley
Trippin' in the party with Steve Jobs
And they say "we need marriages
In our lives" fuck dat!
Tell my bitch "I'm with Marilyn tonight"
Ringside yellin' to Muhammad
During the fight
Sittin' next to BIG and Puff
Bad Boys for life!
Black flags and dice, hashtags and
Flights, ripped pants and Nikes
A black pen and a mic
Cleveland my city, I tatted dat for life!
Real people with me, haters hashtag and type
Trashbags and fights
We fillin' this motherfucker
Me and hoes buying bottles we
Spillin' this motherfucker heard
Nas even bought Lauryn Hill
In this motherfucker like, good goddamn they
Filling this motherfucker!
Pac said "I live the Thug Life"
Aaliyah on my arm, boy I got a Thug Wife
Drunk nights with, Nikki Sixx
Now he's on a heroin binge
Me and Morris are snorting
Anything we touching again!
An, Imma, Sex Pistol
Everything I Sid Vicious
I'm making Johnny Cash haters
Eat my Limp Bizkit
Fuck with it or Gorillaz your decision
But I Will Smith & Wesson
Anyone of my opposition
And all these critics reframe
From speaking my name
And these newer artists feel the same
They Nicolas Cage
Mean they Gone In 60 Seconds
Get up out my way
If I ain't critically acclaimed
You're clinically insane
Bitch I ain't ashamed of where I'm from
I'm not ashamed I'm not a trophy fathers
Trophy son i'm not ashamed I got a
Daughter and support her
Instead of being a baller
Flaunting every dollar
Bitch I'm barbecuing cus I'm A1!
I can't front
This life we live is a blessing
Dreaming about the Future but everyday
Is the present whether they
Accept my music or they try to forget us
Here forever
Bitch I'm a motherfucking living legend
Feel that! Uh, yeah this beat, I killed dat
Kanye made the beat let him heal that!
Uh, uh, let him heal that
Uh, uh, let him heal that
Yeah, now they say "Jesus walks" and I say
"I'm so high I can't hear Jesus talk"
Uh, Tim West, wassup?

Kells the motherfucking, next up
Young Gunner!