[Intro]:
My name is Mac Lethal
AKA Old Rasputin
Come on!
[Hook]:
Every night I drink just so I can fall asleep
Alcohol in my tummy, turning dark days sunny
Every night I drink just so I can fall asleep
Alcohol in my tummy, pop bottles, get money
[Verse 1]:
Man, get up out of bed
Today is your day
Have a little morning s**, no foreplay
Go downstairs and make breakfast your way
Put a little Grey Goose in your OJ
Okay
I'm a fast thinker, but I'll never live in slow pace
The world just rotates and rotates, my young soldiers
I never get drunk, but trust me, I get hung over
Big thumbs up
Hip-hop for Jesus
For dinner I'mma finish off a big box of Cheez-Its
You know I'm cooking
Blow a little bitty kiss to your wife cause I know she's looking
I'm in that El Camino with a ? rim and the clover cushions
I'm chopping
I'm knuckle-popping that hustle
Copping that custom black vehicle
Get a bit of a cracked ego
You know it's Mac Lethal
That's me, bro
No superpowers and no cape
I'm still a rap hero
Baby, it's hip-hop's original beer snob
With rugged rap styles, I'mma nibble your ears off
[Hook]:
[Verse 2]:
I said I'm getting f**ed up in the mooooorning
Cause I'm horny for music that ain't boooooring
And all the music out now, I hate it
So when I want some really good music, I gotta make it
So I'm getting f**ed up in the mooooorning
I'm wide awake, but, man, I'm so high, I'm snoring
My martini's dirtier than trashy hoes and who*e clothes
And your flow is cheesier than Axl Rose's cornrows
You know I'm ripping, give it a listen
Motherf**er, my vocal's sickening?
Dip when I'm dope
In a minute with a gnome
Mina-minimally broke when I roast these chickens
These rappers hating on me, KC down to Wichita
I can see the b**h in y'all
I can see your tits and bra
Get out my way, I'm 'bout to dropkick the Midwest
And your existence is a conflict of interest
I got a model with me, I ain't kissing on no dumb skank
I'd rather sh** up in the drunk tank and puff stank
[Hook]:
[Verse 3]:
I said I got that double IPA
I'm drinking it, baby
The bar is packed
I'm gonna leave with a lady
My car's in back
We gonna jump in
Slow chopped and screwed music pumping
f** rims
I'd rather have machine guns on the front ends
Black Clover beer club
Lifetime homies
Summer nights we get together, drinking light fine stogies
Lord knows that I can't handle the press
Y'all wanna know if cousin Bennett's real, man?
The answer is yes
sh**!
[Outro]:
[Phone rings]
[Bennett]: Hello?
[Mac]: Hey, what up, Bennett? What are you doing?
[Bennett]: What up, ?. Uh, at the gig and sh**. I met this girl...
[Mac]: Oh, you working?
[Bennett]: Yeah...
[Mac]: Alright, man, well, give me a call after work, dude
[Bennett]: Aight, man
[Mac]: Aight, luh, luh
That was Irish Goodbye