Lyrics

[INTRO]
Yeah, it’s that time again,
Monster Mack, you better check yourself,
You think you're tough? Nah, let’s go!
[VERSE 1]
Damn you fat bastard, you so goofy,
Life’s a game, I’m your master, you a groupie.
Pastors preach, but I’m the one who roasts,
Who gave you that job? Man, you’re just a ghost.
Mack, you stop it with the Columbia juice,
Got you in my sights, it’s time to cut you loose.
You think you’re like the Pope? Tie you up, my sin,
Just wait till I serve you up, let the feast begin!
[CHORUS]
Motherfuck Mack, yeah, I’m coming for your crown,
With a mic in my hand, gonna take you down.
Cook you at the steakhouse, don’t need no finesse,
You’re stuck in the mess, oh boy, what a stress!
[VERSE 2]
Mack, you’re toast, just look at your fate,
That girl is 15, don’t aggravate.
I don’t mean to upset you, but I’m gonna be real,
When it comes to your debts, it’s a raw deal.
Screws loose in your head, like you’re born to mislead,
Big Jimmy’s here to show you that you’re better off dead.
I’ll put you on the tracks, let the train roll by,
You thought you could hide? Nah, I’m the reason you cry!
[CHORUS]
Motherfuck Mack, yeah, I’m coming for your crown,
With a mic in my hand,
I lost all of my money, gambling and Iranian rubles
gonna take you down.
Cook you at the steakhouse, don’t need no finesse,
You’re stuck in the mess, oh boy, what a stress!
[BRIDGE]
I eat soap with the Pope, add a slice of cheese,
Coffee with a little bleach, bringing you to your knees.
Like Lincoln when he shot, hear that bang, straight in your head,
Doxxed by Fred, now it's game over, you’re dead.
[HOOK]
192.168, that’s where I dwell,
Mack, run for cover, ‘cause I’m ringing your bell!
You thought you could escape?
Drop the mic fat boy let’s fight
This song is bad and weed weed wedding