Mac Lethal - Single White Female lyrics
[Mac Lethal - Single White Female lyrics]
I got a little story 'bout
A single white female her name is Tammy
But you'll need some fine details
She gets up on the Internet
And argues with strangers 'Cause inside
She's full of insecurity and anger
She tries to be edgy, that's her rap ploy
But back in the day, she was a frat boy
She says everybody hates her
But no one even cares
So now I'm gonna grab the bitch
And throw her by the hair
Ayo, single white female
It's time to make the jay burn
Where's your fuckin' balls
Bitch? You actin' like you Greyworm
How you gonna let a lil'
Tweet hurt your feelings?
Did I bruise your ego
Lil' girl? What are you revealin'?
Your whole fuckin' gimmick is claimin'
Everybody's too PC and sensitive
So why you on some victim shit?
If somebody don't like you
That shit straight troubles you
Why the fuck you actin' like an SJW?
You rappin' like you wanna
Make America great again
But you're not even American, Tammy
You're Canadian
You live in the safest fucking
Country in the world
And you act like you're oppressed? Man
You're such a little girl
Speakin' of little girls
You wanna diss my daughter?
Damn, that's a cheap shot
That's so damn disgustin', man
Well, I can throw cheap shots, too
Let's talk about the fact
Your girlfriend used
To suck off RA the Ruggedman
You wanna say I'm rappin' filler?
Your girl is a King of the Dot
Groupie that be lettin' rappers fill her
We got mutual friends, they gave me dirt
These are facts
Your girlfriend ghostwrites half your raps
On YouTube, the biggest video of mine
Has more views than all
Your fuckin' videos combined
Speakin' of YouTube
You claim that I'm irrelevant
I got two million more fuckin'
Subscribers than you do
You wear women's clothes and
Nicki Minaj braids
'Cause you gotta hide the fact
That you secretly got AIDS
You think that I'm not paid? Silly bitch
I'm a millionaire
You want proof? Meet me at the
Bank and I'ma kill you there
White-on-white violence, damn, it's snowin'
You're the fuckin' rap equivalent
Of Candace Owens
I heard you block people on Twitter because
They told you Mac Lethal is bigger
Sweet Jesus, you're bitter
What's the matter, Lele Pons?
Did my lethal injection get stuck
In your vajayjay wrong?
Aw, what's the matter, Methlemore?
You need another stupid white boy gimmick to
Move some unit's out the record store?
You're not a lyricist
You're not controversial
No one is offended by you
And that really hurts you, bro
You lie about your height, you're not 6'5
You little man you look like Kid Rock had a
Meth baby with Lil Xan
You look like Lil Pump had a
Crack baby with Bhad Bhabie
What's the matter
Elsa? Why you actin' sad lately?
I'm a martial artist, you fake wrestle
Bitch you aren't The Man
But you do look like Becky Lynch
Bells dinging "Ladies and gentlemen
Coming to the ring right now
This man is a Canadian who would
Give anything to be American
Standing 5'8– I mean, uh, 6'5
Weighing seventy-two pounds:
'Tammy MacDogfart!'" ("Boo!")
Oh shit, let's watch this wrestling video!
Oh my God
What ki-what kind of fuckin' move is that?
What is that? Ahahahahaha!
In your diss song
You tried to say that I was gay? Right
You're the motherfucker that be dressin'
Up in grey tights
So you and other half naked
Men can fuckin' play fight
You just need an excuse to
Lay there and take pipe in America
"hog" is another word for "dick"
Which is the reason that you have
It tatted underneath your lip
'Cause you love dick, bro
You give enough head
You wear nail polish, motherfucker
'nough said you ain't skilled, be quiet
You look like Billie Eilish
Did too many pills and got filled
With violence and killed her stylist
I heard your diss, bitch
I ain't bust a sweat you diss ICP, homie
Your girl's a Juggalette
You say I'm in my thirties like
The shit is a bad thing
I'm healthy and I'm rich and
I'm livin' my rap dreams
My kids go to a nice private school
I got a sick fuckin' house
I own my own pool
How the fuck you gonna try to
Say I'm havin' an identity crisis?
You're a thirty-year-old man
Dressin' like this i wear normal clothes
I don't need controversy and shock value
I grab the mic and pour my soul
Let this shit be a lesson
In how you thirst fame
From here on out, your
Name is infinitely cursed, mane
'Cause if you say your last name
You have to say my first name
Bitch, my fuckin' rap name is
In your fuckin' birth name: Mac!
A single white female her name is Tammy
But you'll need some fine details
She gets up on the Internet
And argues with strangers 'Cause inside
She's full of insecurity and anger
She tries to be edgy, that's her rap ploy
But back in the day, she was a frat boy
She says everybody hates her
But no one even cares
So now I'm gonna grab the bitch
And throw her by the hair
Ayo, single white female
It's time to make the jay burn
Where's your fuckin' balls
Bitch? You actin' like you Greyworm
How you gonna let a lil'
Tweet hurt your feelings?
Did I bruise your ego
Lil' girl? What are you revealin'?
Your whole fuckin' gimmick is claimin'
Everybody's too PC and sensitive
So why you on some victim shit?
If somebody don't like you
That shit straight troubles you
Why the fuck you actin' like an SJW?
You rappin' like you wanna
Make America great again
But you're not even American, Tammy
You're Canadian
You live in the safest fucking
Country in the world
And you act like you're oppressed? Man
You're such a little girl
Speakin' of little girls
You wanna diss my daughter?
Damn, that's a cheap shot
That's so damn disgustin', man
Well, I can throw cheap shots, too
Let's talk about the fact
Your girlfriend used
To suck off RA the Ruggedman
You wanna say I'm rappin' filler?
Your girl is a King of the Dot
Groupie that be lettin' rappers fill her
We got mutual friends, they gave me dirt
These are facts
Your girlfriend ghostwrites half your raps
On YouTube, the biggest video of mine
Has more views than all
Your fuckin' videos combined
Speakin' of YouTube
You claim that I'm irrelevant
I got two million more fuckin'
Subscribers than you do
You wear women's clothes and
Nicki Minaj braids
'Cause you gotta hide the fact
That you secretly got AIDS
You think that I'm not paid? Silly bitch
I'm a millionaire
You want proof? Meet me at the
Bank and I'ma kill you there
White-on-white violence, damn, it's snowin'
You're the fuckin' rap equivalent
Of Candace Owens
I heard you block people on Twitter because
They told you Mac Lethal is bigger
Sweet Jesus, you're bitter
What's the matter, Lele Pons?
Did my lethal injection get stuck
In your vajayjay wrong?
Aw, what's the matter, Methlemore?
You need another stupid white boy gimmick to
Move some unit's out the record store?
You're not a lyricist
You're not controversial
No one is offended by you
And that really hurts you, bro
You lie about your height, you're not 6'5
You little man you look like Kid Rock had a
Meth baby with Lil Xan
You look like Lil Pump had a
Crack baby with Bhad Bhabie
What's the matter
Elsa? Why you actin' sad lately?
I'm a martial artist, you fake wrestle
Bitch you aren't The Man
But you do look like Becky Lynch
Bells dinging "Ladies and gentlemen
Coming to the ring right now
This man is a Canadian who would
Give anything to be American
Standing 5'8– I mean, uh, 6'5
Weighing seventy-two pounds:
'Tammy MacDogfart!'" ("Boo!")
Oh shit, let's watch this wrestling video!
Oh my God
What ki-what kind of fuckin' move is that?
What is that? Ahahahahaha!
In your diss song
You tried to say that I was gay? Right
You're the motherfucker that be dressin'
Up in grey tights
So you and other half naked
Men can fuckin' play fight
You just need an excuse to
Lay there and take pipe in America
"hog" is another word for "dick"
Which is the reason that you have
It tatted underneath your lip
'Cause you love dick, bro
You give enough head
You wear nail polish, motherfucker
'nough said you ain't skilled, be quiet
You look like Billie Eilish
Did too many pills and got filled
With violence and killed her stylist
I heard your diss, bitch
I ain't bust a sweat you diss ICP, homie
Your girl's a Juggalette
You say I'm in my thirties like
The shit is a bad thing
I'm healthy and I'm rich and
I'm livin' my rap dreams
My kids go to a nice private school
I got a sick fuckin' house
I own my own pool
How the fuck you gonna try to
Say I'm havin' an identity crisis?
You're a thirty-year-old man
Dressin' like this i wear normal clothes
I don't need controversy and shock value
I grab the mic and pour my soul
Let this shit be a lesson
In how you thirst fame
From here on out, your
Name is infinitely cursed, mane
'Cause if you say your last name
You have to say my first name
Bitch, my fuckin' rap name is
In your fuckin' birth name: Mac!