Shooting blanks

Yo, MGK, I gotta roast ya, make it quick, You’re a wannabe punk, but your flow’s just sick, Tried to step to Em, but you missed the mark, Now you’re stuck in pop-punk, talkin’ all that spark. You got tats, but they ain’t making you hard, You’re the face of a phase, man, you’re out of guard, Lookin’ like a reject from a Blink-182, Did you really think your bars could even break through? (Chorus) Machine Gun Kelly, but you're shootin’ blanks, Rhymes weak as hell, man, your verses just sank, Tryna throw shots, but you’re outta your range, I’ll roast you, MGK, better get off the stage. (Verse 2) You call yourself a “Rap Devil,” but you're outclassed, Even Lil Wayne would leave you in the past, Went from rap to pop-punk, who are you tryin’ to fool? You ain’t a rebel, bro, just a corporate tool. Your hair looks like cotton candy, bro, it’s a joke, Rockstar persona? Man, you’re just a broke bloke. You dropped a diss, but it didn’t even land, Em cooked you in a second, now you can’t even stand. (Chorus) Machine Gun Kelly, but you're shootin’ blanks, Rhymes weak as hell, man, your verses just sank, Tryna throw shots, but you’re outta your range, I’ll roast you, MGK, better get off the stage. (Bridge) From the rap scene to the rock stage, You switched lanes like it’s all the same page, But we know the truth, man, you just wanna be great, But when you look at the throne, you’re still too late. (Outro) MGK, you ain't ready for the heat, You're just a footnote in a history of defeat, So step aside, man, let the real ones speak, This rap game’s ours, you're just too weak