Charron - Mac Miller Diss lyrics

If you insist... Play the role of teacher then sit down a student You watch movies the same way I listen to your music Click, you're muted, I plot further Put a Mac in a box like MacDonald's workers Steal your shine, you can't stop this murder And this b**h from Pittsburgh getting raped, it's karma for Roethlisberger Stealing instrumentals, you don't pay, I'm certain They show up to your shows, you're afraid and squirmin' Mac Miller... that name is perfect Your initials are M&M, makes sense that you're a shady person And that sh** with Finesse, Mac you need a lesson You're from the new school, Mac you're not a legend His beats make you less wack, Mac there is no question Your career was birthed with a Lord, that's an immaculate conception Your mixtape was really wack to me I threw K.I.D.S. in the garbage like Casey Anthony I remember Big L, Pac, now we see you instead It's not fair you're alive and those people are dead You'll be six feet when I put the Nikes on my feet to your head And have you lying with a rose, like Khalifa in bed Defeat him again cause I'm razor sharp This Miller light, I can't bear what you claim is art Wanna battle, I'll take your green and break your heart This Miller's more fake than David Clarke Force you to put a gun to your head with a broken finger And you're not allowed to say swag before you pull the trigger You give this star bucks, he'll blow you straight at your house The way you and Ariana were making out Proves you love something Grande in your mouth Now you chilling with Miley, if you want it that's cool You'd a**ume she'd be hammered to f** with this fool But Wrecking Ball proved she has no problem s**ing off tools You're in my bottom three, the way you rap is so simple There's Chief Keef, 2 Chainz, and Malcolm's in the middle You're the reason hip-hop's dead and buried Your swag mentality has the rap game in the cemetery Now we see you in XXL, it's getting scary We wouldn't see Malcolm excel by any means necessary The way you rap about swag, it sounds dumb, it's the truth I'm ashamed a generation looks up to this goof I should leave you strangled for corrupting the youth Until you're more purple than the drank that you chug in the booth Take off the John Lennon gla**es, look at the man in the mirror And since you're a mark, I had to Mark David Chapman your career Don Demarco