Lethal Injection

"I talked shit about Tom MacDonald and didn't realize that So many of my fans were his fans and now they're all mad at me, so I'm just gonna tell him that I... I was talkin' about somebody else That's it, yeah, yeah, yeah I was talkin' about somebody else You believe me, right, right?" Oh, shit Alright... Maaan, who gave this old man Twitter? Who taught him how this works? Someone tell him when he mentions me, do research first He just old and bitter, can't hit him where it hurts 'Cause it's impossible to make this guy look any worse, ayy The world forgot about Mac Now you can't eat, Ramadan fast That oxycontin you put up your nostril Finally rot your brain or were you always wack? Whoa I should go slow I don't want you back on the dope It ain't a joke, when you're goin' broke And you got a daughter at home Leave me alone, you old man Your career is a joke, it's so sad Your biggest record is a cover song While you're cookin' breakfast, you ain't no dad Fuckin' house wife, fuckin' washed up, fuckin' never-ever had a sound How you rap with ICP and still end up the biggest clown? Mac Lethal? What's lethal about him? Old age? Stroke face? A relapse going back to his old ways? A suicide because no fame? You ain't a real artist, you just retarded You a weak target, I feel bad for killing You rap fast, but every bar is filler We kept Lethal but we lost Miller I guess your tweet has backfired Go look up satire I guess you slower than you look, Mac, you got flat tires I'm a visionary, you a parody Your catalogue is embarrassing You pushin' 40, your style is corny Stop rapping and do some parenting Fuck, I guess it's that time of the year Hi, I'm here to revive your career Guy, you come off so fuckin' weird It's 2019, just admit that you're queer I don't expect to get a tight response From a midlife crisis with writer's block Even though it'd be nice to talk To a rapper who can't even write a song Wow, look at you now I'm sellin' out shows in your town Yo' demographic all old ladies, you don't appeal to a younger crowd You ain't mainstream, you ain't underground You a specific brand of fuckin' lame Yo' triple time flow hella boring How you say so much and have nothin' to say? You are all opinions, I am all facts You are insignificant, fall back Needa update, reinstall Mac You can restart and then not rap Picture your life Flippin' burgers, go get me some fries Cola with ice, one apple pie on the side David I'm tryna be nice I seen you reply in my comments Said it wasn't about me, c'mon just be honest You spoke out the ass and then all of your fans Started turnin' against you, it fucks up your pockets You're backpedalling You don't have enemies You're afraid to have to deal with that energy You're lying and trying to make up a save You said it, you meant it, Dave it's too late Oh dear, I can't believe I have 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, dawg So here, I'll say it so you don't forget again It's Tom Macdonald, bitch