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Tom Macdonald – Straight White Male Lyrics

Tom Macdonald – Straight White Male Lyrics
 

Tom Macdonald – Straight White Male Lyrics



Straight White Male by Tom Macdonald


Straight white male, I hate myself

Mad that my skins so pale

Got white privilege so I cannot fail

The world told me I’m evil still

I break the law but I escape the jail

My diet only mayonnaise and kale

I went to school and I pay my taxes

I use good grammar I’m bad as hell

I’m not a Nazi

I like black people, black Jesus, black Santa, black coffee

I’m not a racist

I like Hispanics and Negroes and Natives and Asians

Black Power says I’m the problem

Girl Power says I’m the issue

Gay rights think I’m tryna stop’em

All of y’all trippin’ I’ll get you some tissues


Y’all have been paintin’ me villanous

I’m not the one settin’ fire to your villages

I’m not the man who is rapin’ and pillagin’

I do not care if my neighbors are immigrants

Maybe all whites look the same and you think that I’m somebody else so it’s cool

Honestly I think that everyone looks the same if they aren’t white, and I’m sorry, it’s true


Straight white male

I have it all I’m the one that you love to hate

Straight white male

Police pull me over, I Lol in they face

Straight white male

Guess I’m to blame for the life that you can’t escape

Straight white male

It’s so easy to be me, hehehehe I’m feelin’ great


Straight white male, I’m so frail

Momma gotta pay my bail

Shotguns and meth are both on sale

I’ma need to treat myself

I only listen to country music

I only marry my second cousins

I only cry when my team is losin’

I blame everything on the blacks and the Muslims


Y’all blame me for buildin’ the system

Y’all blame me for wages we’re payin’ the women

Y’all blame me for rights that gay people aren’t given

Y’all blame me for talkin’ when I should just listen

You blame me the [? ] Place that we winnin’

And hate me for slavery and lately I’m trippin’

That daily you shame me for havin’ opinions

On race and our country and everything in it


Fine, y’all don’t gotta be my friends

Y’all don’t gotta like white men

Y’all don’t gotta hold my hand

Y’all don’t gotta have my bag

Y’all don’t gotta, y’all don’t gotta, y’all don’t gotta, uh

Y’all don’t gotta see my side

Y’all don’t gotta be down to ride

Y’all don’t gotta do anything but ghost

And I’ma do me even when it’s the most

Yeah


Straight white male

I have it all I’m the one that you love to hate

Straight white male

Police pull me over, I Lol in they face

Straight white male

Guess I’m to blame for the life that you can’t escape

Straight white male

It’s so easy to be me, hehehehe I’m feelin’ great


Man you’re so mean, you’re so racist

You’re ugly, you’re so basic

You said that somethin’, somethin’, somethin’, N word, retard, Satan

I can’t believe the bullshit song lyrics that you’re okay with

Kill yourself all live on Facebook

I want the notification

I don’t care, y’all ain’t right

I’ll be prayin’ that you die

I’ll be doin’ my own thing, I hope you’re happy with your life

You’re a Nazi, you’re a moron, you’re a huge waste of my time

I’m just straight and white and male, I’m not the worst I’m just a guy


Straight white male

I have it all I’m the one that you love to hate

Straight white male

Police pull me over, I Lol in they face

Straight white male

Guess I’m to blame for the life that you can’t escape

Straight white male

It’s so easy to be me, hehehehe I’m feelin’ great

Tom Macdonald & Madchild – White Trash Lyrics

Tom Macdonald & Madchild – White Trash Lyrics
 


Tom Macdonald & Madchild – White Trash Lyrics



White Trash By Tom Macdonald & Madchild


This is for my white trash, the ones the whole world hates

The ones who voted for Trump then got labeled racist but ain’t

The ones with ball caps, “Make America Great”

Who love their country to death and struggle on minimum wage

Ayy, they angry that illegal aliens

Taking work that maybe they could get

Single parents with some baby kids

Hated for being a patriot

All my life I’ve been white trash

All my life it’s been like that

The whole world been left-leaning

I’m proud of the right who fight back

Been chewed up and spit out

They scream but no one listens

They’re so in love and vote for Trump’cause fuck a politician

They’re our neighbors, they’re our soldiers, our men and women and children

They’re middle class families who got forgot by the system

Uh, in God we trust and all the guns are just backup

Rockin’ camouflage, don’t tread on me, get smoked like tobacco

Yeah, we white trash, we rednecks, crackers since we were young

We grew close, we move slow, these colors don’t run


Call us white trash, like we’re someone they know (they know, they know, they know)

Call us white trash, like we care where we go (we go, we go)

Is it white trash when we’re happy and broke? (we broke, we broke, we broke)

Then I’m white trash, but I’m not alone (alone, alone, alone)


Yeah, fuck you, I’m white bro, ain’t apologizing for shit

You don’t like the light in my skin color, then you can suck my dick

I like open gun laws, I like drunken bar brawls

I like drinking Budweiser, I like smoking Marlboro

We monstered up in them Monster Trucks

Rolling in heavy machinery

We all believe in protecting ourselves

If you fuck with us we got that heavy machinery

Drink beers in a lawn chair

Nothin’ much goin’ on here

Probably get a few long stares

Look like “you don’t belong here”

Ayy, please don’t get mad at me I did not put up the barrier

People are judging me for my exterior

Man are you serious? Say the word “white” and they act like they’re furious

Madchild and I’m sick as fuck

White boy in my pickup truck

Shotguns and my girl’s muddy

I’m a firecracker we lit it up

We just living our best life

Don’t wrap us up some whack scandal

Beer and blood on a wife beater

Jacked up on Jack Daniels

Get my chicken at Colonel Sanders

Judge me and I’ll back hand’em

Tom pass me that red mask and I’ll beat his ass with an ax handle


Call us white trash, like we’re someone they know (they know, they know, they know)

Call us white trash, like we care where we go (we go, we go)

Is it white trash when we’re happy and broke? (we broke, we broke, we broke)

Then I’m white trash’cause I’m not alone (alone, alone, alone)


White trash, drinkin’ beer’til the night pass

White trash, light a fire if it’s cold

White trash, we don’t wanna be high class

White trash, with a heart made of gold


Call us white trash, like we’re someone they know (they know, they know, they know)

Call us white trash, like we care where we go (we go, we go)

Is it white trash when we’re happy and broke? (we broke, we broke, we broke)

Then I’m white trash’cause I’m not alone (alone, alone, alone)

Tom Macdonald & Madchild – D. R. U. G. Lyrics

Tom Macdonald & Madchild – D. R. U. G. Lyrics
 

Tom Macdonald & Madchild – D. R. U. G. Lyrics


D. R. U. G. By Tom Macdonald & Madchild


I’m not a asshole, that’s my ego

He knows me and you ain’t equal

Go ahead and call me Dee-bo

I don’t fuck with many people

I ain’t playin’ any games, say it to my face

Hate me’cause the break

Pull up, pull up with that energy I swear you catch a fade

I made like 2k today, don’t give a single fuck, okay?

All the money in the world Tom Macdonald never changed

I know what I’m worth, the life I deserve

Is finally manifesting in my worth

My mama told me I’ll be famous

I guess I’ve been bein’ humble because of her

I want revenge, I want respect

I want a billion dollars and a Benz

I want a convoy full of all my enemies

I want all these rappers severed heads

It’s a big, big move, I’m makin’ big, big moves

I got a big, big ego, I got a big dick too

I’m at the top right now, everybody want my style

Stepin’ on a rare spaceship to the clear invasion

Got my hair braided, diamonds in my smile

Like a bare naked millionaire wasted in his parent’s basement

Taming crocodiles I became dangerous from the bank statements

‘Cause my name’s famous, I been goin’ viral

They’re prayin’ I’ll lose it quick

Too bad I’m stupid lit

I got Gucci shoes I bought I never use

Gon’ put the Gucci kicks through your Gucci lips

Put my Gucci feet to your Gucci head

You’ll get Gucci beat’til your Gucci dead

I will Gucci stomp on my Gucci clothes

‘Til I’m Gucci gone and your Gucci gold

Ooh-ayy whole crew big like Wu-Tang

My neck look like 2 Chainz

Money big like butane

Ooh-ayy, whoa

Tatted my face and my hands and my arms and my legs and my ribs and my back, ha

Thank God I rap, even if I wanted a job I could never go back

Whoa every buck I owe I paid off in full

Life I chose, baby like it knows I’m worth my weight in gold

Only hoes keep enemy’s clothes

They all move at shoes

Got two money trees a hundred feet I carve my name both

Like these froze, these all gold, colgaine quick without the blow

People that you call celebrities are blowin’ up my phone

Fuck off


Dopest rappers under God (what? )

Dopest rappers under God (what? )

Dopest rappers under God

I swear to God it’s like a drug (yeah)

Dopest rappers under God (what? )

Dopest rappers under God (what? )

Dopest rappers under God

I swear to God it’s like a drug (yeah)


I’m on a roll, I’m gettin’ swoll

I gotta go, yeah, yeah

He just a crow, I’m still a pro

I fuck his hoe, yeah, yeah

I’m moody don’t fuck with me

I don’t need you to accompany me

My noodle is boo-doo, it’s broke and no joke

An my brain’s with them pharmaceutical company

Who gonna come from me, I’ll just stand up I bet you gonna run from me

I got these rappers all grumpy as shit

Fuck [? ], that son of a bitch

Ayy, my ego the size of the sky (yeah)

Look up and see my face (wow)

These rappers they wanna be me and their girlfriends they wanna know how the fuck I taste

I don’t trust a hoe I just fuck a hope

I don’t like a dude I say fuck your flow

I do what I want, I get lots of cash

I don’t really care where the fuck I go

I gotta finish this deal, I got a weapon concealed

I’m gonna get this three mil

Netflix and chill, anyone get in my way you can get yourself killed

I got the sauce, you got that juice that is Minute Maid

I just come back to intimidate

This game full of pussy but pussy get fuck on my dick I just go back to penetrate

Still rep red and white, I don’t call police

Madchild out the gate, someone woke the beast

Also red and white, that’s a make-believe

Double cheese for me, that’s a staple piece

Millions, and millions, and millions of dollars I made

Now I am back and you all are afraid

[? ] I show up when I want no one call it late

Man these bitches are spoiled

[? ] These bitches ain’t loyal

I’m vicious I’m digging indigenous soil

Then I’m gonna’ piss on this bitch in the soil

Tom just grab your coat, they want that but slow

Mad just have you wolf, not your average G. O. A. T

What an ensemble

Couple of bad fuckin’ hombres

Got so much blood on my hands and my money is dirty can handle a laundry

You walk around like a zombie

I’ll take’em back to you calmly

Did so much drugs in my life

And turn my brain to an omelette

I run it up like a gauntlet

Welcome to my house, it’s haunted

Last year I didn’t feel wanted

Yeah, well fuck you bitch


Dopest rappers under God (what? )

Dopest rappers under God (what? )

Dopest rappers under God

I swear to God it’s like a drug (yeah)

Dopest rappers under God (what? )

Dopest rappers under God (what? )

Dopest rappers under God

I swear to God it’s like a drug (yeah)

Tom Macdonald – I Hate Hip Hop Lyrics

Tom Macdonald – I Hate Hip Hop Lyrics
 

Tom Macdonald – I Hate Hip Hop Lyrics



I Hate Hip Hop By Tom Macdonald


I’m not a Youtube rapper come on give me credit

I don’t need to do reaction’s to get views okay I said it

Not a label rapper, Im way too offensive

Go ahead and call me clickbait I made millions independent

I’m not a mumble rapper y’all understand every single word

I’m not takin’ xanax rappin’bout money, liquor and girls

Not a Soundcloud rapper I got hits you actually have heard

I exist outside the internet done shows around the world

Not a boomer rapper I’m not stuck in 199

I like Wu-tang, but that vibe is kinda old and grimy

Not a conscious rapper, auto’s rapper sound like Sj dubs

Not a gangster rapper cool enough without being a thug

I’m not country rap, I don’t play guitar, I don’t drive a truck

I don’t chew tobacco get the Chevy stuck 1 feet of mud

I’m not horrorcore, I don’t paint my face

I don’t trip, I can only be myself and I am Tom Macdonald, bitch


I think i gotta let them know

Ayy, Ayy, Ayy

And let me say it from the soul man


I hate Hip Hop!

How dare you call me a rapper

When all these rappers don’t have nothin’ left to say

I hate Hip Hop!

It’s full of liars and actors

These little rappers about as real as they name

I hate Hip Hop!

Keep the glits and the glamour

‘Cause all these rapper’s are puttin’ kids in they graves

I hate Hip Hop!

The whole culture is cancer

They’d kill their momma for some clout and a chain


I’m not a mainstream rapper I think they’re pathetic

I don’t compromise my vision just so I can sell some records

I’m not underground that means it’s hard to sell it (hard to sell it)

I’ve got masterpiece love masterbeing catchy with a message

I’m not whiteboy rapper actually got that juice and call the vibe

Pumpin’ Eminem, don’t mean that all you boomers really rhyme

Not a corny rapper spittin’ every song in double time

Say so much, and don’t say nothin’ bunch of garbage in your lines

Not a lil rapper I ain’t auto-tune in every song

I ain’t makin’ tunes exclusively by drinkin’ at the club

Not a candy rapper I ain’t makin’ albums full off pop

I ain’t Macklemore or Logic, Lil dicky or Asher Roth

I ain’t emo rap, I ain’t sheddin’ tears

I don’t cut myself I don’t romanticize suicide up on mental health

I ain’t back-pack rap that’s my grandad’s rap

Please don’t take this as a diss

I’m just Tom Macdonald bitch


I think i gotta let them know

Ayy, Ayy, Ayy

And let me say it from the soul man


I hate Hip Hop!

How dare you call me a rapper

When all these rappers don’t have nothin’ left to say

I hate Hip Hop!

It’s full of liars and actors

These little rappers about as real as they name

I hate Hip Hop!

Keep the glits and the glamour

‘Cause all these rapper’s are puttin’ kids in they graves

I hate Hip Hop!

The whole culture is cancer

They’d kill their momma for some clout and a chain


Im so used of hearin’ people hate, I get it

Hip Hop hates me and I hate it too it’s been this way forever

I don’t move like them I’ll never be accepted (no, no, no)

I got rich without a co-sign I will hold you’cause you’re jealous

I don’t want the clout, I don’t need a friend

Y’all can keep your beats

Never signed a deal so every dollar goes to me

I been humble ain’t been flexin’

Ain’t been showin’ out my blessings

Maybe y’all should take a second to make sure y’all get the message

I’m in beast mode, check the teeth cloth

I don’t need dough

Everything is Vendi, Gucci, Sace Louis V oh

Nothin’ new to me, no

Too much green to keep, bro

Hundred thousand dollars every hour that I sleep for

I don’t talk about it’cause the way my momma raised me good

All these rappers hate me, if they don’t I’ll say they maybe should

H-O-G the army they say crazy is as crazy does

So watch yourself, blood on our hands

I’ll bother us we bath in blood


I hate Hip Hop!

How dare you call me a rapper

When all these rappers don’t have nothin’ left to say

I hate Hip Hop!

It’s full of liars and actors

These little rappers about as real as they name

I hate Hip Hop!

Keep the glits and the glamour

‘Cause all these rapper’s are puttin’ kids in they graves

I hate Hip Hop!

The whole culture is cancer

They’d kill their momma for some clout and a chain

Tom Macdonald – No response Lyrics

Tom Macdonald – No response Lyrics
 

Tom Macdonald – No response Lyrics



No response By Tom Macdonald


I’m the rapper that these other rappers jealous of

I made more off Cds than rappers who are selling drugs

True story, every single aspect independent

I got texts from presidents and major labels I ain’t read yet

Told my manager I’d knock him out, and he was like, “The homie? ”

Then I fired him, if you’re watching this, I’m sorry, dawg, au revoir

I don’t need nobody’s help, it’s me and Nova by ourselves

Come here, babe; this is the entire team, nobody else

I conceptualize, produce, and write like every record

Me and Nova work the hooks, then they’re mixed and mastered by Evan

This is homegrown, shout out all the rappers who have thrown stones

I’mma die rich while your casket full of broke bones

I ain’t gon’ respond to all your disses; look, I get it

Your videos get no views, you say my name, and people click it

But I’m different, you need clout, and you’re desperate to make a living

But my bank account already full, I counted seven digits like


Fuck y’all attack me with disses, attract all the critics

I laugh at predictions, surpass all the limits

The wacker the rapper, the more he’s angered by the fact that I’m winning

I’m stacking the millions, it’s tragic to witness, the cancer and children, ay

No playlist, no paid clicks, no fake shit

Rappers call me gay’cause my braids pink

Your main bitch, go crazy, so wasted

Front row at my show, I’m her favourite

I’m famous, they basically hate that I made it

Get paid more in a day than they claim on their paycheck

I’m patient, but say my name again, I ain’t playing, I’ll buy the place that you’re staying

Then raise the rest to the space and your parents’ basement is vacant


They call me privileged, y’all can’t admit that I’m gifted

I did it without a label’s assistance, I made the business decisions

I overcame the addictions, lived in the streets, got evicted

Kicked it with killers and strippers, but still my vision was different

I bought a mic, started spitting, produced the beats and I mixed it

I turned my hand into a fist and flipped a bird to the system

I prayed I’ll finish my mission and keep my image consistent

I fixed the parts that were missing and switched the gas and the pistons

It’s mathematics and physics, I had to travel the distance

I had to add some ambition and then subtract my suspicions

I wanted castles and riches, headed for caskets or prisons

I battled glasses of liquor and cabinets packed with prescriptions


And still these fucking rappers wanna sneak diss

All over my Facebook, always tryna tweet shit

I ain’t gonna keep this a secret, my marketing genius

The algorithm triggered by exploiting your weakness

And y’all can call me clickbait and gimmicks, I call me rich

A million monthly listens on Spotify, suck my dick

I’m about to drop a couple million dollars on the crib

Quarter million on a whip, I just sent my mom a grip

And first of all, I heard it all, I could write a perfect song

I google the net worth of rappers hating, and I don’t respond

Middle finger from a flying jet, I don’t give a single flying fuck

Every single person I have met fucking [? ] On twitter they [? ]


Yo, rappers wanna beef? I Got the roast fam

Put’em in the dirt like a fucking Ufo crash

Double time rappers mad, I murder it with slow raps

All they do is go fast, turn’em to some ghost with the most facts

Slow clap, pulling triggers quickly with no blowback

Cracking under pressure like a coke glass, no fence

Jealous that I roast fast, y’all are on the rollback

Look at your career, it’s a joke man

Promise that I won’t laugh, say you got the smoke, can’t afford gas

Oh man, so sad, you record your album in a closet full of clothes with a notepad

Strong on the outside, muscles with no bone mass


Let’s look at me for a second, man, I was deep in depression

Making me weak and pathetic, I thought I needed their blessings

It leaves an impression, I feel the infection repeating the lessons

Would only lead to me, and that’s a lethal injection

And I was chasing the dragon with no medieval invention

I go to sleep and dream my life would be for me if I catch it

I let my demons possess me till I woke up in a wreckage

And realized that I destroyed a whole cathedral of blessings

It’s like my feet were magnetic, the street [? ] Connected

I couldn’t seem to reach the sky no matter how far I’m stretching

And I was beaten to death and screaming for help for a second

Now I put everything I bleed into completing my records

I can’t compete with my past, but I’m still seeking the relics

And I believe with every breath I breathe, the sequel is better

No fear or surrender, I’m clearing the pressure

The tears I remember will never let me forget I was near to the Devil

I never claimed to be holy, but I got angels’ protection

I got a barbed wire halo and devil horns I don’t mention

Yeah, the lord is my saviour, but shit, revenge is so tempting

I don’t expect to see heaven, if that’s the case, I respect it


‘Cause I tried to cage the beast, but it’s woken up the broken locks

I’m crushing everything I see like empty cans of soda pop

You titties on your knees like a grandma who don’t own a bra

Put a bullet in your head like words you only spoke to God

I’m rowing through an ocean all alone inside an open box

Frozen from the blowing snow and soaking through my only socks

Y’all noticed me and chose the heat, so now the waters boiling hot

You’d hope [? ] Turned to solid rock

Ay, I ain’t talking to you losers like you know the cops

I’m rich, and that ain’t bad for a kid who couldn’t hold a job

Budget brand rappers all that Gucci fake, I own a lot

You can’t afford the way I live, you trying to control the cause

Whoa, I’m in solo mode, your promo won’t affect the drop

Artists that you promo don’t have clout [? ]

Try to put me in the dirt, I’ll thrive like you are growing pot

You prototypes are hurt, y’all need work, let me open shop

Y’all don’t understand me like a burner phone, it’s coded talk

Don’t ever see my Pov like you don’t know the Go-Pro off

Make sure that the drone is on slow-mo, so when y’all get shot

The footage captures every single moment while your corpses rot

Shoot it on [? ] Touch it up in Photoshop

Upload it to Youtube with a donate button for your mom

So alarmed, y’all could never reach me with those broken arms

Untouchable as alcoholics wallets at an open bar

Unbreakable Da Vinci Code embed it in like my most my songs

Gang is full of animals, you’d think my home is Noah’s Ark

Pastors full of broken hearts, opponents that I’ve blown apart

My logo on the stove, I let it smoulder till they know the mark


While y’all where finding Nemo, I composed a team of total sharks

Hid inside the reef and chiselled teeth till they were oversharp

Y’all fishy rappers went to sleep to dream of coral seas and stars

We silently and violently reminded y’all the ocean’s dark

[? ] I, really feel sorry for your corny bars

Maybe you’ll improve, and this is setting up your story arc

I am more like Iron Man, you are more like Tony Stark

You’re human, I’m a robo suit equipped with guns and poison darts

Choking y’all to death like I am Homer home alone with Bart

I wish, I wish, I wish you fucking would on every glowing star

Chorus hard, high-performance parts from a pro garage

All I see is smoke and sparks every time your motor starts

What more you got in store for me?

Your death threats were ghost stories

And what’s next gon’ be painful

Hmf, gravestones

Lethal Sucks Lyrics

Lethal Sucks Lyrics

 

Lethal Sucks Lyrics



Mac Lethal Sucks by Tom Macdonald


Listen, I think I can hear it

Mac Lethal is hypin’ himself in the mirror

His wife tries to tell him that she’s gettin’ curious

He just yells: “Shut The Fuck Up, Bitch, This Tom Guy Is Serious! ”

I hoped you would kill it, I’m always a optimist

Thought your response would be flawless and awesome

It’s gotta be hard finding time to perfect

All your rhymes every night at Narcotics Anonymous

Hi Dave, hi Dave, hi Dave! I’m not even trying

You don’t scare me at all, if you did a drive-by, I’d wave!

It’s so cute when you rap, it’s like I’m watching my dad

Tryna use an ipad, you should just give it back

You’ve been sober like 8 years

You the type of guy who can’t have a beer

Have a single drink and need to get some coke

And probably suck a dick for a painkiller

You party animal, you bad boy

You’re a crazy son of a gun

All that Karate and still you’re a pussy?

You tap on my shoulder and run?

Where are you going? I’m over here

In a house that you can’t afford with your career

Got your own pool? Kids in private school?

You the fuckin’ mother of the year

You keep talking millions, I googled your wealth

And you are worth 2, Dave, I am worth 12

You’re tweeting at Youtube “Somebody help

With my monetized videos, ” Dave that’s a tell

Broken, ugly, short and stubby, forty somethin’

With a face that was born for punching

Act tough but I know at that your core is muffins

The type to wife up the first whore who fucked him

Big bad Dave got that Ellen co-sign

Cool

Tryna ride that wave to the Hollywood sign

Fool

You were so excited just to get invited

Keep refreshing white and couldn’t cheese enough

You said, “I love rap because it’s counter-culture! ”

Dave, counter-culture is who beats you up

My future has Grammies

Your future is handies from Tammy

Imagining baddies in nasty pajammies

And transplanting hair to your head from your fanny

I saw you doing teeth commercials

You a actor Dave, I don’t need rehearsals

I’ll piss in your mouth’til you wheeze and gurgle

And stomp on your head’til your cheeks are purple

I was a wrestler, I wore spandex

You were a customer, you did Xanax

I’ll take you and your bitch by the ear

And then smash you together like Stone Cold’s beer

Being a fucking loser’s in your Dna

This ain’t a punchline, it’s a Psa

The chromosomes from your ma and pa

Create retards and they name’em Dave

Nobody’s safe, the wife need to chain up her legs, remove all her eggs, put’em in bags and lock them away in a safe and send it away on a plane

I’m lucky that I know Cpr

My girl heard your diss and she died laughing

She was bummed, we waited like a week

Then she went right back into Minecrafting

My girl was on Def Jam

Your girl looks like Death, fam

She the Grim Reaper, knew I’d spit ether

She collecting the soul of a dead dad

They’re gonna need a whole family of coffins

When you Chris Benoit’em to solve all your problems

The shame and embarrassment, all of the comments

From fans you had, I saw it, you lost’em

Ain’t dropped a album in 4 years, dog, rapping is your hobby

My career, less than a year, 2 thousand physical copies

I have millions of streams, I’m living your dream

You’re a glorified Youtuber, look like a meme

Go to stupid extremes, the definition of tryhard

Watch me rap after eating a tide-pod

Dying for attention, that’s why you started this little beef

You’re so desperate, expect right after this ends your sex tape probably leak

You’ve been on Ellen and Rogan, why aren’t you a star

Here, let me tell you – it isn’t the bars

It’s the way that you look, it’s the way that you are

Nobody cares about your music no more

Dog, you do impressions, you rap in 2 styles and you think it’s flexing

I got a question, why you gotta pretend to be everyone else to resemble impressive

I killed you already, this don’t need a sequel

I’m honestly bored with this shit

Feels like I’m kicking a corpse with shoes you can’t afford

Feel horrible doing you like this

How many rappers wrote your response?

C’mon Dave, give’em credit

I know you sent texts, I saw with my eyes

I know what you said, Dave, I read it

You a real piece of shit

Nah like a real piece of shit

Like if a piece of shit ate a piece of shit, and took a pee and shit

You’re that piece of shit

I’m on like 5 minutes, shit lemme see

You were canceled and fired from Mtv

The network wanted something fresh and clean

I bet any day they’ll be calling me

You left Rhymesayers because you had to

You didn’t walk away, it wasn’t something you planned dude

Got lost in the drugs and the whirlwind

Caught pants down with another man’s girlfriend

Piece of shit

Nah like a real piece of shit

Like if a piece of shit fucked a piece of shit and got an Std

You’re that piece of shit

You got a pet bird, bet you never thought you’d be dead first

I’ma put you both in the oven when you get burned

I’ma put you both in a pet urn

Piss into the bottle, mix it up, and turn the ash into plaster

Give it to your bitch

Tell her “make statues of me just to capture my win. ”

My girl would just spit in her face and we’ll dip

Get a hammer and come back and smash it to bits

Put a plaque in its place so that no one forgets

That your biggest mistake was as good as it gets

For a guy whose career doesn’t even exist

It’s the peak of the mountain for you, this is it

Your aesthetic is pathetic, you don’t get it, I’m prophetic

Your rap ethics are boring, fuck it, Guinness World Record

Be careful where you are headed, I’m cemented as a legend

David Sheldon severed out his head and I’ll be the evidence

Every room that you ever enter I will always be the elephant

While you try to fit this cap into Ellen for development

You deader than Lenin, I sent a letter to heaven

That expose when I open, I hope it gets your attention

I can smell it, you sweating, it’s 11: 11

I make a wish that when you die you come back resurrected

So I can kill you again and again and again

For the record, if you’re feeling kind of froggy and you jump you get dissected

Oh dear, I can’t believe that I had 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, dog

So here, I’ll say it so you don’t forget again

It’s Tom Macdonald, Bitch!

Om Macdonald – Sober Lyrics

Om Macdonald – Sober Lyrics


 

Tom Macdonald – Sober Lyrics

Song: Sober

Artist: Tom Macdonald

Featured Artist: Madchild & Nova Rockafeller

Last “Tom Macdonald” Release: White Trash


[tom Macdonald: ]

What up y’all? My name’s Tom

Little while back was an alcoholic

Had a mental breakdown like a year ago

Came close to puttin’ me in a coffin

Damn, after the hooker I loved

After I did all the drugs

After I finally got fired for showin’ up late to the job I left tired and drunk

After the Oxys I put up my nose with my boss on the oil rigs when I was young

After my ex cut her wrists and the cops thought I stab her and beat me then put me in cuffs

After I totaled my car tryna run from the cops with a kilo of coke in the trunk

After I drank’til I rotted my teeth out my head, got infections in all of my gums

After I couldn’t get hard’cause the vodka and porno sedated me’til I was numb

After I couldn’t escape from the basement I rented and went to go live with my mom

After I cheated on people I needed and lied tryna hide from the guy that I was

Then I got sober, the madness was over, now I am proud of the man I’ve become, uh


[tom Macdonald & Nova Rockafeller: ]

I’m finally someone that I know again

I started climbin’ out the hole I’m in

Fightin’ demons that I know I’ll win

It’s time for me to mend these broken wings


Life has been hard I know it gets better

This is a war that I’ll fight forever

Whoa-ayy-oh-ayy-oh

Whoa-ayy-oh-ayy-oh

I have my scars I’ll always remember

When I lost it all and never surrender

Whoa-ayy-oh-ayy-oh

Whoa-ayy-oh-ayy-oh


[madchild: ]

What up y’all? My name’s Madchild

I’ve been off the Xanies for a while now

I was wakin’ up feelin’ suicidal

But I think I’m finally startin’ to smile now

Man, I lived a hell of a life

I’ve been to hell and back twice

Lost 1 million dollars, three different addictions

Don’t tell me’bout payin’ the price

From pent houses with top models

Hangin’ with strippers with pop bottles

To anxious and hidin’ alone in my room from the world, I was pissin’ in pop bottles

From chart toppin’ bein’ a role model, to five records and lost follows

When I cop product got a months worth

When I left the spot cops followed

Saw a photo it was only face’cause I was 85 pounds over weight

Mental breakdown tryna catch a plane

It wasn’t Madchild it was only sheen

My puppy Lolo was my only gang

Had to put my baby in a fuckin’ grave

I walked away from every brick I laid

So I could build a new wall to keep me safe


[tom Macdonald & Nova Rockafeller: ]

I’m finally someone that I know again

I started climbin’ out the hole I’m in

Fightin’ demons that I know I’ll win

It’s time for me to mend these broken wings


Life has been hard I know it gets better

This is a war that I’ll fight forever

Whoa-ayy-oh-ayy-oh

Whoa-ayy-oh-ayy-oh

I have my scars I’ll always remember

When I lost it all and never surrender

Whoa-ayy-oh-ayy-oh

Whoa-ayy-oh-ayy-oh


[tom Macdonald: ]

When you fall down and the world’s closin’ in

You can get up again, up again


[tom Macdonald & Nova Rockafeller: ]

Life has been hard I know it gets better

This is a war that I’ll fight forever

Whoa-ayy-oh-ayy-oh

Whoa-ayy-oh-ayy-oh

I have my scars I’ll always remember

When I lost it all and never surrender

Whoa-ayy-oh-ayy-oh

Whoa-ayy-oh-ayy-oh