🎵 MACHINE GUN BELLY // by Sage (Rapper)

1 ContributorMACHINE GUN BELLY Lyrics [Verse 1] Come here, little fatty, big "who's that?" Come get whacked by the fans you lack And I don't mean "wack" as in what you say When you're tryin' to rap, playin’ an ass, and you bray No cap, admitting the whole country could fit on your lap What else could he possibly do to hear back? He done ate on everything but on a track The fact that you really want to claim you’re 'Bout to show us how to take out a hall-of-famer K, you're the expert on take-out, eh? Got the phrase wrong, showin' us the "takeout hall-of-famer" Hey bruh, I got a bit of bad news We see through what they do who lack views And you're that dumb, thinkin' if you think claim being fat You'll distract from the fact you ain't but a fat bum Who lets his lips sink so much trash But too lazy to lip-sync his own trash So gassed, but only one that's afraid When you walk in's the owner of the buffet [Chorus] Now if you're gonna say that you're dope or That the wait's over, ain't relayin’ what the scale told ya It's time to convey, the mic and the weight I'ma be the doctor today, and I'ma say you need to lose it (Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah) Just lose it (Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah) No maybes (Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah) So lame he's a (Ah-ah) big baby, baby (Ah-ah) [Verse 2] Nobody's sayin' the UK can't rap Only just sayin' that you fake and fat, "Z-double-u" Double-U bra size only "W" you've claimed Views ain't half bad, all the viewers tunin' into you hate that crap Your own gang don't claim you, ain't that sad? Including the dudes in the UK that stack Bodies on a track harder than you crave flapjacks "Uh, Sage, that's fat joke number fourteen..." Well of course, see, he's opposite of "herbivore" Meanin' someone no one ever heard before, 'er-before seen He's fat and he's wack, he doesn't deserve a more researched knelling Like he's compelling, ain't nobody running from Machine Gun Belly Whose least fun's dwelling on the minute he'd begin to see reality The daughter of the GOAT isn't into bestiality So quit actin', bein' a big fat lame prick That chases clout for quick, wack fame Or they'll say only thing in the end that claimed you's The heart attack from tryin' to dig that grave [Chorus] Now if you're gonna say that you're dope or That the wait's over, ain't relayin’ what the scale told ya It's time to convey, the mic and the weight I'ma be the doctor today, and I'ma say you need to lose it (Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah) Just lose it (Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah) No maybes (Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah) So lame he's a (Ah-ah) big baby, baby (Ah-ah)