Machine Gun Kelly Quotes

I was a thug.

As long as there's a demand for gangsta rap, it will be supplied.

I won't hesitate to detonate, I'm short fused.

The real is always presented. That hardcore record or movie is not needed in the hood, because it's already there. You can see it with your own eyes.

I'm brandin', I aint talking bout Presley. I keep a sniper, I aint talking bout Wesley.

We had played a kid's version of gang fighting called "Civil War," and then later we had got in on the real thing, we fought with chains and we fought barefisted and we fought Socs and we fought other grease gangs. It was a normal childhood.

A lot of people have that story that they used to sell crack or shoot people; that's nothing new. But honestly, if that was me, I probably still wouldn't be doing that because it's so many people that's doing that. It just gets old when you hear a million raps about how many ways I could shoot you. So I just try to be more creative and come with something new because I actually care about the music.

If you 35, 28, or 30 years old, and you decide you're gonna pick up a rag and start bangin', and you can look yourself in the mirror and you still feel like you're a man? That's cool, do your thing.

Cough up a lung where I'm from marcy son, aint nothin nice

Cut throats, gun smoke, dope, and hoes, is what controls niggas souls.

Boy, you better pray that I bleed real soon.

If my wheel comes off and I hit the fence real hard, I get to whack every damn one of you with a hammer.

The boys in the hood are always hard.

Shh!" the guy beside me hissed again. "Blame him," I told the guy, pointing at Patch. The guy craned his neck back. "Listen," he said, facing me again. "If you don't quiet down, I'll get security." "Fine, go get security. Tell them to take him away," I said, again signaling Patch. "Tell them he wants to kill me." "I want to kill you," hissed the guy's girlfriend.

I will kick you in the nuts and you will smile and like it.

I'll hit anyone who's seriously threatening my life... that's what happened, and that's what sent me to prison.

And, my brothers, it was real satisfaction to me to waltz-left two three, right two three-and carve left cheeky and right cheeky, so that like two curtains of blood seemed to pour out at the same time, one on either side of his fat filthy oily snout in the winter starlight.

There was a hand in the darkness, and it held a knife.