Mac Lethal Sucks

Tom MacDonald

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    Listen, I think I can hear it
    Mac lethal is hypin' himself in the mirror
    His wife tries to tell him that she's gettin' curious
    He just yells, shut the fuck up, bitch, this tom guy's serious!
    I hoped you would kill it, I'm always a optimist
    Thought your response would be flawless and awesome
    It's gotta be hard finding time to perfect

    All your rhymes every night at narcotics anonymous
    Hi dave, hi dave, hi dave! I'm not even trying
    You don't scare me at all, if you did a drive-by, I'd wave!
    It's so cute when you rap, it's like I'm watching my dad
    Tryna use an ipad, you should just give it back
    You've been sober like eight years

    You the type of guy who can't have a beer
    Have a single drink and need to get some coke
    And probably suck a dick for a painkiller
    You party animal, you bad boy
    You're a crazy son of a gun
    All that karate and still you're a pussy?
    You tap on my shoulder and run?
    Where are you going? I'm over here

    In a house that you can't afford with your career
    Got your own pool? Kids in private school?
    You the fuckin' mother of the year
    You keep talking millions, I googled your wealth
    You are worth two, dave, I am worth twelve
    You're tweeting at YouTube, somebody help
    With my monetized videos!
    Dave that's a tell
    Broke and ugly, short and stubby, forty somethin'
    With a face that was born for punchin'
    Act tough but I know at your core it's muffins
    The type to wife up the first whore who fucked him
    Big bad dave got that ellen co-sign
    Cool

    Tried to ride that wave to the Hollywood sign
    Fool
    You were so excited just to get invited
    Teeth professionally whitened couldn't cheese enough
    You said, I love rap because it's counter-culture!
    Dave, counter-culture is who beats you up
    My future has grammies

    Your future is handies from tammy
    Imagining baddies in nasty pajammies
    And transplanting hair to your head from your fanny
    I saw you doing teeth commercials
    You a actor dave, I don't need rehearsals
    I'll piss in your mouth 'til you wheeze and gurgle
    And stomp on your head 'til your cheeks are purple
    I was a wrestler, I wore spandex
    You were a customer, you did xanax
    I'll take you and your bitch by the ear
    And then smash you together like stone cold's beer
    Being a fucking loser's in your DNA
    This ain't a punchline, it's a psa

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    The chromosomes from your ma and pa
    Create retards and they name 'em dave
    Nobody's safe, the wife need to chain up her legs
    Remove all her eggs, put 'em in bags
    And lock them away in a safe and send it away on a plane
    I'm lucky that I know cpr

    My girl heard your diss and she died laughing
    She was bummed, we waited like a week
    And then she went right back into minecrafting
    My girl was on def jam
    Your girl looks like death, fam

    She the grim reaper, knew I'd spit ether
    She collecting the soul of a dead dad
    They're gonna need a whole family of coffins
    When you chris benoit 'em to solve all your problems
    The shame and embarrassment, all of the comments
    From fans you had, I saw it, you lost 'em

    Ain't dropped a album in four years, dog, rapping is your hobby
    My career, less than a year, twenty thousand physical copies
    I have millions of streams, I'm living your dream
    You're a glorified youtuber, look like a meme
    Go to stupid extremes, the definition of try-hard
    Watch me rap after eating a tide-pod

    Dying for attention, that's why you started this little beef
    You're so desperate, expect that right after
    This ends your sex tape probably leak
    You've been on ellen and rogan, why aren't you a star?
    Here, let me tell you, it isn't the bars
    It's the way that you look, it's the way that you are
    Nobody cares about your music no more
    Dog, you do impressions

    You rap in twnety styles and you think it's flexing
    I got a question, why you gotta pretend
    To be everyone else to resemble impressive?
    I killed you already, this don't need a sequel
    I'm honestly bored with this shit
    Feels like I'm kicking a corpse with shoes you can't afford
    Feel horrible doing you like this
    How many rappers wrote your response?
    Come on, dave, give 'em credit
    I know you sent texts, I saw with my eyes
    I know what you said, dave, I read it (tower beatz on da track)
    You a real piece of shit
    Nah, like a real piece of shit
    Like if a piece of shit ate a piece of shit, and took a pee and shit
    You're that piece of shit

    I'm on like five minutes, shit, lemme see
    You were canceled and fired from mtv
    The network wanted something fresh and clean
    I bet any day they'll be calling me
    You left rhymesayers because you had to
    You didn't walk away, it wasn't something you planned, dude
    Got lost in the drugs and the whirlwind
    Caught pants down with another man's girlfriend

    Piece of shit
    Nah, like a real piece of shit
    Like if a piece of shit fucked a piece of shit and got an std
    You're that piece of shit
    You got a pet bird, bet you never thought you'd be dead first
    I'ma put you both in the oven when you get burned
    I'ma put you both in a pet urn
    Piss into the bottle, mix it up, and turn the ash into plaster

    Give it to your bitch
    Tell her make statues of me just to capture my win
    My girl would just spit in her face and we'll dip
    Get a hammer and come back and smash it to bits
    Put a plaque in its place so that no one forgets
    That your biggest mistake was as good as it gets
    For a guy whose career doesn't even exist
    It's the peak of the mountain for you, this is it

    Your aesthetic is pathetic, you don't get it, I'm prophetic
    Your rap ethics are boring, fuck it, guinness world record
    Be careful where you are headed, I'm cemented as a legend
    David sheldon’s severed head is destined to be the evidence
    Every room that you ever enter I will always be the elephant
    While you try to fit this cap into ellen for development
    You deader than lenin, I sent a letter to heaven

    That explodes when it opens, I hope it gets your attention
    I can smell it, you sweating, and it's eleven eleven
    I make a wish that when you die you come back resurrected
    So I can kill you again and again and again
    For the record, if you're feeling kind of froggy and you jump you get dissected
    Oh dear, I can't believe that I had to set this shit straight, man
    Old ears, I hope you hear exactly what I say, man
    I'm here, you said you didn't even know my name, dog
    So here, I'll say it so you don't forget again
    It's tom macdonald, bitch

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    Composición: Tom MacDonald

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