Middle Fingers

Tom MacDonald

Guess who

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're sweating
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 that
Died 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 shit talk
Middle fingers upon 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've seen was
Middle fingers upon 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 mould 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
You're a man to stand a chance with
If he's man enough to challenge
My advantage is the 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 coke and ashes 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 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 lit the fuse
Now I've 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, yeah

Everybody wanna be the big dog
Everybody wanna be the man
I got something for anyone with the shit talk
Middle fingers upon 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've seen was
Middle fingers upon 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
Fuck 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
Whoa, bro, oh, y'all can't compete
I'll 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 shit talk
Middle fingers upon 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've seen was
Middle fingers upon each one of my hands

Curiosità sulla canzone Middle Fingers di Tom MacDonald

Quando è stata rilasciata la canzone “Middle Fingers” di Tom MacDonald?
La canzone Middle Fingers è stata rilasciata nel 2019, nell’album “Ghostories”.

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