Middle Fingers - Tom MacDonald
I'm the leader of people that y'all have labelled as evil
I'd give you one middle finger, but I think one needs a sequel
Y'all screaming equality but don't treat us as equal
And honestly it's so obvious you're afraid that I'm lethal
Y'all are rats, and every member of my team is an eagle
We bringing death from above, and y'all can sleep with the beetles
Leaving you deader than Lennon
Then send a letter to heaven
That just explodes when it opens
I hope it gets your attention
I can smell it, you sweatin'
And it's eleven eleven
I make a wish that when I kill you, you come back resurrected
So I can kill you again and again and again for the record
If you're feeling kinda froggy and you jump, you'll get dissected
I'm a monster, throwing concerts full of demons and spawns
I got kennels full of killers and some three headed dogs
I'm quoting Yoda while doing yoga
I'm woke, I'm a God
I got cobra venom pumping through the veins in my arms
Raised in a barn, by wolves raised by rain and the stars
A product of my environment, dangerous and smart
Now I'm hunting all the beef like it grazed in my yard
And I'm getting all the smoke like I set flame to the farm
Stay where you are, y'all don't wanna play with the bars
Y'all the type of dogs to die chasing a car
I'm the type of guy who laughs at breaking your jaw
And then tells you "speak up!" while you sleep on the floor
Everybody wanna be the big dog
Everybody wanna be the man
I got something for anyone with the sh_t talk
Middle fingers up on each one of my hands
Everybody wanna be the big boss
Everybody says they got a plan
They get beat up and the last thing they seen was
Middle fingers up on each one of my hands
I feel like Em went soft, I feel like Dre got old
All the greats fell off, I gotta break that mold
And take that throne
I'll burn that bridge and make that known
I'll earn that win, and face that foe, yeah
I'm too savage for a manager to manage
[?] to stand a chance with if he's man enough to challenge
My advantage is a pride that can't be damaged
The machete that I brandish
Made from sharpened spinal cords
Forged from torture and anguish
You can't bandage me up
I'm spewing lava and acid
And getting high from breathing in all [?]
I attack with a hatchet
Leaving you covered in slashes
Leaving you rappers hacked up
Like lung cancer and asthma, man
I'm colder than shoulders attached to exes that are bitter
And I'm colder than boulders frozen in lakes during winter
And I'm colder than soldiers sleeping in snow covered ditches
While drinking ice water and eating polar bear for my dinner
Like I'm cold, I'm the truth and you can quote me
I'll never sign a deal no record label's gonna own me
The haters look diffused, mob slowly been approaching
An explosion that will level out the homes of my opponents in a moment
Got their parents crawling round with broken legs on the ground
Got the skin of their grandma melted right to the couch
And if their siblings and animals are nowhere to be found
I'll let the nuclear fallout just kill off everything else
Everybody wanna be the big dog
Everybody wanna be the man
I got something for anyone with the sh_t talk
Middle fingers up on each one of my hands
Everybody wanna be the big boss
Everybody says they got a plan
They get beat up and the last thing they seen was
Middle fingers up on each one of my hands
All these dummies tryna copy of me
Y'all gon' need a pot of coffee
Boxes full of hot tamales
Blended up and swallowed often
Coffins for your rotting bodies
Crosses and a shaman probably
Have to do a seance and you still come back a Tommy zombie
Savage to the center of my being
I wrap you up in bandages and hang you from the ceiling
Collect your blood in buckets till it clots and stops the bleeding
Wipe the blood across my face and hit the club like I'm a demon
I was nice before
Y'all have lit a fire in my icy core
Now I eat your flesh and hit the studio like "aight, record"
I'mma get 'em, like they stole my bike and I was poor
Set fire to their bodies, watch 'em burn until my eyes are sore
F_ck a Ferrari, I walk alone on the road
I don't need to be Gotti, I got a heart made of gold
They rap about mansions but I can tell by their clothes
That's a lie, and they probably are still living at home
Woah, bro, oh y'all can't compete
I drop you in the ocean, cinder blocks on your feet
You won't record again but I will make you some beats
And tell the world that your lyrics would be as deep as the sea
I ain't playing, we are not the same
My mind is in my head and you are covered in your brains
I ain't playing like I found out y'all were cheating at the game dawg
I'd get buried just to see you in the grave dawg
Everybody wanna be the big dog
Everybody wanna be the man
I got something for anyone with the sh_t talk
Middle fingers up on each one of my hands
Everybody wanna be the big boss
Everybody says they got a plan
They get beat up and the last thing they seen was
Middle fingers up on each one of my hands
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