Lethal Injection

[*sniffle*] [*crying*]
"I talked shit about Tom Macdonald and didn't realize that.."
[*sniffle*]
"...so many of my fans were his fans and now they're all mad at me, so..."
[*sniffle*]
"I'm just gonna tell him that I..., ...I was talking about somebody else..."
[*sniffle*]
"...that's it, yeah, yeah... yeah I was talking about somebody else..."
"...you believe me, right?"
[*chuckling*]
"...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, Ay
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? Woah
I should go slow
I don't want you back on the dope
It ain't a joke, when you're going 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 where you cooking breakfast, you ain't no dad
Fucking house wife, fucking washed up, fucking 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 pushing forty, 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 fucking 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 selling 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 fucking lame
Yo' triple time flow hella boring, How you say so much and have nothing to say?
Yo 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
Flipping 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 turning 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