[Intro]

*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?" (Hahahahaha)

Oh, shit... alright

[Verse]

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

[Outro]

It's Tom MacDonald, bitch