Sunday, August 16, 2020

Lethal Sucks Lyrics

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


Tryna ride that wave to the Hollywood sign


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!

all we work for is to satisfy you.