Sapporo

Mac Lethal

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    What up, what up

    Burn it down
    Down, burn it all down
    I don't give a fuck, bitch
    I got the volume up when I burn it all down
    Burn it all down
    I don't give a fuck, bitch
    I got the volume up when I burn it all down
    Burn it all down
    I don't give a fuck, bitch
    I got the volume up when I burn it down

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    (Seven on the beat)

    Four arms, grip this bottle of Sapporo
    Four arms, rip your body like I'm Coro
    I'm a poisonous Black Widow spider
    With eight legs
    Plus I got nine heads like Hydra
    In fact
    I'm into swallowing blood
    I got your wifey just falling love
    The name is Mac
    No, bitch, I'm not some doctor
    I'm performing operations with my shotgun chopper like kapow!
    Gettin' so hostile
    Let's begin
    You open your twat mouth to talk loud
    I reach in
    You're thinking I took you to a chop house
    When these men sock down your weak grin
    And knock out your teeth, friend
    But the end ain't coming 'til the fat lady bitches really loud
    And she's quiet cause my dick is in her mouth
    It's like a buck knife to the throat
    But one cut might push your dumbstruck life to the quotes
    On the tombstone, inscribed:
    “Mac's tone and vibe inflicted homicide.”
    Dimwit dipshits, don't you know it's only pride?
    Push your ego aside, damn, little homie, hide
    It's like your drunk wife doing dope
    Or some punk guy using soap to cut white screwing hopes
    You'd better save her, hoping maybe you and her elope
    She tied you down, but when she saw me, she just threw the rope

    I'm sicker than the AIDS that exist
    Turn your stethoscope
    Got the edge of your blade on my fist
    These idiots still sign with L.A. Reid?
    Goddamn, doesn't anyone in L.A. read?
    Momma told me don't stop fighting 'til they bleed
    I'm like with that L.A. Greed
    The zany shit, I'm kicking that forever
    Rappers are in danger, I got game and fifty
    Getting back together
    I'm a damn assassin
    Animus
    Got a bottle of Sapporo and a can of dot pills
    I'm a fucking wooly mammoth with my hands made of silver
    Front kick to your face like I'm Anderson Silva, blaow
    Drop the mic, grab a steel knife and threw it
    I don't battle in my music, bitch
    In real life, I do it
    I've literally ended some careers, you can YouTube it
    If you keep opening your mouth then I'mma Shoe Goo it

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