Mac Lethal - Blazing Hot Fast Rap (Mumble Rap/Jake Paul Diss) lyrics

Even though I like to get dough certainly
Spit them fast raps and flip flows urgently
Everybody thinks that I’m gonna go pop
Like the Bitcoin bubble, that crypto-currency
I hate taxes, I like getting bucks
I don’t like fake asses
Don’t like lil' rumps
I don’t like face tats
You look like lil' punks
I don’t like fake rap, I don’t like Lil Pump!
I heard a new song today
And the words were just
"Gucci Gang, Gucci Gang" over and over
Just "Gucci Gang"
That’s it? That’s all you gotta do for fame?
Whatever happened to pushing music
To a new terrain?
This motherfucker sounds like Gucci
Mane removed his brain
Went up in the bathroom to toot some 'caine
Then started rappin' 'bout


Jewels and chains
Let me rap a little faster, I’m too insane
Chop the microphone up into bit's because my
Tongue is like a mothafuckin' razor blade
I open up your throat with it
I swear to god I’m 'bout to go
Decapitate a rapper with the flow
For you fake thugs there ain’t
No love in here
You going to fucking war with Lucifer pal
I’ll put the gun up to
Your head executioner style
Fuck Jake Paul, man
He got the douchiest smile
And fuck these new rappers
With the rainbow-colored hair
God damn it, I sound like a hater
I don’t care, bitch, you wack, I said it
You rap pathetic mac is on your girl’s face
Call me Mac Cosmetics
I’m iDubbbz to you RiceGums
Make you cry on Twitter like Logan Paul
I don’t give a motherfuck
I’mma choke 'em all
I smack 'em with the microphone
Give 'em broken jaws
It's me: the Bernie, the Madoff
The beats I certainly break off
A beast, I’ll murder you
Take off the gloves and beat
You worse than Khabib Nurmagomedov
I’ll hurt you
I know jiujit'su and a lil' karate
I’mma kill somebody
If they run up on me talkin' 'bout
Lil Uzi Vert and fuckin' Lil Yachty
Is the music that they play when
They take pills and party damn it
I’m itchin' for slammin' and rippin'
I’m sick of these idiots kicking
The glorification of Xanax addiction
You dummies just stop it
There’s children jamming and listening
Quit acting like you a gangster from jail
You ain’t really real
Taking your hands and making 'em flail
On WorldStar fighting like somebody scared
They'll be breaking a nail
I don’t give a fuck about the
Rappers or producers or the labels
Or the cash under the table
Or the managers or agents
Or the confidential payments or the
Record deals with Satan
I don’t give a fuck about you bitch
I’m hatin' subscribe to me up on YouTube
Motherfucker, I'm the savior of hip-hop
Now go to Starbucks right now
And get me an Americano with 6 shots blaow!