MAC LETHAL - Mean Jab lyrics

rate me

Fuck happy music and the same people that make it

You're like the music version of the Lance Armstrong bracelet

For hard long faces I'ma bastardize the beat

Make you feel like you ate acid by the sheet

Really fast for 90 weeks

I grab the fuckin raptor by its beak

And pry it open like I'm hoping that by stranglin a bird

The little notions that are painfully absurd

And pokin, gratin on my nerves

Are broken when I choke it's appetite to eat

Point a rapper out that's telling you he raps hard

And I'ma lock his ass up in a cellar in my backyard

And I'ma kick his ass every day

Every forty-five minutes

Til the Kansas City Royals win a pendant

I guess you're just coincidentally hopeless

And that's the reason that I took your demo disc and broke it

So before you compare me to Eminem or Slug

Please show a little bit of love!

Pitchfork Media reviews? (Fuck 'em!)

Christian conservative psychos? (Fuck 'em!)

Sean Hannity and Ann Coulter? (Fuck 'em!)

Black Clover, bitch, here to take care of the public (What up!)

I gotta throw another mean jab, baby (what up!)

I gotta throw another mean jab, baby (what up!)

You muthafuckers think it's time to go home? (Oh hell no!)

What up!

I gotta throw another mean jab, baby (what up!)

I gotta throw another mean jab, baby (what up!)

You muthafuckers think it's time to go home? (Oh hell no!)

What up!

This is dedicated to the rappers in the battlin outfits

You never fucked my girlfriend, quit rappin about it

I slap the diapers off your dipshit fan base

And teach you how to never give a limp wrist handshake

VH1 called me and told me that there's a white rapper reality show and that I need to be on it

Now I don't know what the hell that implied

But I told VH1 "Y'all can eat shit and die!"

I'm not an entity, I'm an enterprise

I'm the interplanetary solar system beaming in the skies

I'm the Enter the Wu-tang song that got cut

I'm the Enter the Dragon, Mr Hahn's house, serving fried duck

I'm an intervention for you, and no one showed up

Your Interscope Records after Rhymesayers blows up!

Your intermural-fucking-soccer at a Catholic girl's school

You suck at life, you're not cool

If somebody disses Kansas City (Fuck 'em!)

If somebody disses my man Approach (Fuck 'em!)

If they don't think Seven is a genius (Fuck 'em!)

And they diss Doomtree I'll take a knife and cut 'em!

(What up!)

I gotta throw another mean jab, baby (what up!)

I gotta throw another mean jab, baby (what up!)

You muthafuckers think it's time to go home? (Oh hell no!)

What up!

I gotta throw another mean jab, baby (what up!)

I gotta throw another mean jab, baby (what up!)

You muthafuckers think it's time to go home? (Oh hell no!)

What up!

The rhythm's out front, to pick me up

Now shut, the fizzy fuck up, punk

You interrupt, muthafuck

The gritty grub on your disc, it's shitty stuff I insist

It really sucks, it was free

I listened once

I was skippin songs, then I got pissed and started skipping stones

Then I skipped lunch and found you and started chippin bones

I was skippin grades to elevate my common sense

You were dumb enough to underestimate my awesome-ness!

Ousted the now-debted style-threaded backpackers

Sounded like grout-headed gat snappers

Clap at these ingrate bastardized mix tape rapper cast

Bitch face savage

Mac's gunning for the title

So flash my symbol in the sky and I'll stab every single instrumental you supply

Three times Rhymesayers had the best of the year

Now get the fuck away from me and go fetch me a beer

For anybody dissin Tech N9ne (Fuck 'em!)

For anybody dissin Atmosphere (Fuck 'em!)

Those girls don't like DJ Sku (Fuck 'em!)

And if you see Joe Good tell him I still love him!<br />

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Thanks to V Balayan