Seven - Irish Goodbye lyrics

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