Hello, my name is Mac Lethal and thank you for your purchase
This album is best serve with a delicious gla** of Grand Crew or Wild Flemish for all you top-shelf beer drinkers
Irish Goodbye begins now
I'm back!
Hey!
I'm gonna punch the ceiling 'til it rains blood
I'm yelling 'k** them all!', k**in' in the name of
How many people here have ever heard of Ludicrous?
How many people here have ever read Ulysses?
See, I don't feel alive until my heart rate doubles to the hard ba**
Crumbles every single wall
I'm freshly single, y'all
An unnamed actress gave me her cellphone number
I never even call
And Kansas City in my king sized bed
Hoping that the parasites don't eat my head
I'm feeling so tortured, so sorted, post mortem
My brain opens up and blossoms like a ghost orchid
I used to be the cla** clown
Now I feel like I'm the goddamned professor at the circus
Soaking every sector of my opiate receptors
With the potency aggressor (?) of a never ending surplus
My circuit are a little out of service
But I work for every little, lavish purchase
It's perfect
Depending upon the verdict, to move forward
If you're sure that continuing on is worth it
Then work it
See, Lethal Bill (?) got my back
And you know that Black Clover got my back
(Black Clover for life, beytch!)
Kansas got my back, and the whole Midwest got my back
(Midwest!)
Black Clover is an army, better yet, a family
And every day is Halloween, ring the doorbell if you want some candy
A VCR for L, every lifetime member understands me
I swear to god, I'm like a fiscal liberal
Solve a problem? Get a pencil
Have a problem? Get a pistol
Nowadays, you don't need books
Just get a Kindle
And people snorting yay-yay-yay like Mister Wendell
sh**, they tell that I'm spitting like an old fool
These little kids think 50 Cents is old school
They try to question my credibility
b**h, I was k**ing sh** way before the internet and pro tools
I think it's childish
They think that Ice - T and Ice Cube were actors that never got violent
I keep it Irish, I keep it smart
For (?) bleeding heart conservatives (?)
Don't cringe, I'm just scrubbing off your third iris (?)
The sickest, the flyest, bird virus, word virus
William S. (?), playing William tell with his wife and an aim so thorough
My homie, Seven, got my back
And you know Astro Black got my back
The Riot Room got my back
And you know DJ Skew got my back (DJ!)
(Boooooooo!)
Black Clover is a nation, better yet, a heaven
Every day is Christmas, wake up early if you want some presents
You know I'm bringing Kansas City right down your mutherf**in' chimney
Some people say my writing is so boring that it's heavy
So I got a little strict nine (?) to pour in their spaghetti
Every petal on the clover is so deadly
If the coroner is ready
I'm right out with the beats like I'm Warden Gordon Getty (?)
This sh**'s like chopping oranges with machetes
Kicking door hinges and pouring empty forty different (?)
Unnecessary nuclear devastating the Soviet
I'm plagued by my lover and recreational opiates
I got a question for the person in the mirror
I want to know if you can keep up with me, if you can keep up with me
You're living like you're crippled by this fear
I'm worried that you can't feel the f**ing thing, you can't feel the f**ing thing
Irish good - bye means without saying good - bye, leave
You just get up and go
As long as I'm on the journey, I'll make it home