Spice 1

"Machine Gun"

[Hook]
Here they come of a pound of Bud
Swisher sweet, Hennessy, it sounds absurd
Knock n*ggas' noodles, i'm about to curve
Hold the Mack 10 and watch me pound their nervers
If n*ggas go run up we go Machine Gun Kelly
If n*ggas go run up we go Machine Gun Kelly
If n*ggas go run up we go Machine Gun Kelly
If n*ggas go run up we go Machine Gun Kelly

[Verse One: Spice 1]
Fillin up out of the funk with a black and a black, two foes on lack
Never let a b*tch fall off, my n*gga better keep your ho on strap
Man I thought it was Halloween, it was so many tricks here treatin
So many candy ass n*ggas out here trickin off every weekend
And n*ggas be holdin them heats but sh*ttin themselves before it get real
I be makin them out of believers when i put the brain on the steel
n*ggas vanishing for real, dissapearing in the wind
Evaporating motherf*ckers with .45 for f*cking up (my in?)
Chimpanzee ass n*ggas tryn to f*ck with a King Kong
Bannana clip will spill out and fill it in your ding dong
International, wear my bulletproof vest like it's a fashion show
Iceberg Slim, cold as a motherf*ckin Alaskan tho
50-1-50, I can even show you the papers
Kill a n*gga, have a real ghost ridin the scraper
50-1-50, I can even show you the papers
Kill a n*gga, have a real ghost ridin the scraper

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[Verse Two: Twisted Insane]
Knock em with the .45, hit them with R You can
n*ggas run up and get f*cked up
But you can do all you can
Try to do to save your friend
But he gon die in the end
When i'm off that juice and gin
? just begin
Could'a been that swisher sweet that's still with the weed, no oxygen
And heard that motherf*cka go up on the road ? them blocks again
Trick it up ??
And hoverin over motherf*ckers like I was Chris Angel off a fifth of hen
Excuse but is it a bit too much to eat n*ggas up like a double stuff
Hover your cookies and please don't push me, I jump on n*ggas like double dutch
n*ggas can wolf about such and such, I am for the nuts and Shoot For The Face
I'm ??? and I run up n*ggas up if you chosin to race
Hit them with venom and
You claimin you tough but you sweater than cinnamon
I'm off of that gin again
And I'll iron your face if you wrinkle my ?
I'm a n*gga that's sicker than
Motherf*ckers that think they're wicker than psycho
And murded anybody in the middle of the night when I'm lookin on n*ggas like Michael

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