Tom MacDonald - Lethal Injection lyrics

Sobbing "I talked shit about Tom MacDonald"
I just like the sound of it
"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 talking about somebody else
That's it, yeah, yeah- yeah
I was talkin' about somebody else
He believes me, right?" (Ha ha ha ha ha)
Oh shit alright

Man, 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? Woah, 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, mm
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 goin' 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're slower than you look
Mac, you got flat tires
I'm a visionary, you a parody
Your catalogue is embarrassing
You pushin' 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 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
Need to 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 your reply in my comments
You said it wasn't about me, come on
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