Lyrics to 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 talkin' about somebody else..."

[*sniffle*]

"...that's it, yeah, yeah... yeah I was talkin' 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 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 where you 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' 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?

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

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