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Tom MacDonald
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And you can call me killer, holy cow I'm merking it Y'all are pretty certain but I am absolutely sure of it Most don't even see me like they vision kinda blurred a bit And those that do, I overheard them sayin' that they scared of it, yeah Swagger so untypical, have an atheist swear to god he feelin' spiritual I'm Praying for the haters though, they gon' need a miracle And Imma need a record deal, a model and a TV show Pretty please with a cherry on top of it Ice cream paint job, inside chocolate Check it out G, I swear that I can see it now Laughing with Olivier and throwin' f**kin' money 'round Buy it cause I'm worth it or buy it for the sex appeal The smile fake but you best believe the rest is real Whoa, I'm on some way other different things, like OMG What the f**k got into me? Could give a damn about the fame The glitz or the glamor The money or the chains I do it cause I am it and I'll take that to the grave I'm all growed up, sh*t will never be the same What comes out of the mouth of Satan His words Well we're gonna see that in just a moment I'm comin' with that twenty twelve att**ude I kill it like there's no tomorrow An old fool once told me that all time is borrowed So hold your breath if you drowning in your sorrows And haters take a deep one, y'all gon' need a snorkel They all about the money like humans is hard, ugh I'm from another planet and I'm all 'bout my Starbucks Ah shucks, not even trying and it's super good Super f**king duper cool, the guy you always knew you should Get to know before he got too famous Now those same people are my biggest haters, look Yeah, I'm a rapper, when I rap I ghost 'em I am Batman, Kieth Ledger on my sofa You a joker, smile big b*t*h Mr. Freeze outfit, ice on my wrist b*t*h Y'all is on fire and I barely sweat Got your face all f**ked up, ugh Harvey Dent b*t*h Could give a damn about the fame The glitz or the glamor The money or the chains I do it cause I am it and I'll take that to the grave I'm all growed up, sh*t will never be the same What comes out the mouth of the beast, the ungodly governed (White Peaks) I smoke a blunt with O.V He like Mac, what you tryin' for? I wanna whip so depressed, suicide doors Yeah, and he's lookin' at me laughing like he know we gonna make 'em break, like a traffic light Stop, the rumors and the gossip, jealous motherf**kers only got two options: Get with it, or get into the coffin with your kicks all fresh and your head all rotten Wow, I'm runnin' this, without a bead of sweat They sayin' take a drink, but I ain't need it yet, nah And you know I stay super late, the girls run from you and come to me, I got a cuter face Black Ferrari, yellow striped engine in the back of it Shotgun seat reserved for the baddest b*t*h Yeah ok I got it, I'm Tom Mac f**king Donald All growed up but I'm still drinkin' out the bottle, huh Could give a damn about the fame The glitz or the glamor The money or the chains I do it cause I am it and I'll take that to the grave I'm all growed up, sh*t will never be the same Only pride yourself What comes out the mouth of the false profit Poison, you see, that's what it is And it'll damned men's souls
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