Mac Miller Diss by Charron Lyrics
If you insist...
Play the role of teacher then sit down a student
You watch movies the same way I listen to your music
Click, you're muted, I plot further
Put a Mac in a box like MacDonald's workers
Steal your shine, you can't stop this murder
And this bitch from Pittsburgh getting raped, it's karma for Roethlisberger
Stealing instrumentals, you don't pay, I'm certain
They show up to your shows, you're afraid and squirmin'
Mac Miller... that name is perfect
Your initials are M&M, makes sense that you're a shady person
And that shit with Finesse, Mac you need a lesson
You're from the new school, Mac you're not a legend
His beats make you less wack, Mac there is no question
Your career was birthed with a Lord, that's an immaculate conception
Your mixtape was really wack to me
I threw K.I.D.S. in the garbage like Casey Anthony
I remember Big L, Pac, now we see you instead
It's not fair you're alive and those people are dead
You'll be six feet when I put the Nikes on my feet to your head
And have you lying with a rose, like Khalifa in bed
Defeat him again cause I'm razor sharp
This Miller light, I can't bear what you claim is art
Wanna battle, I'll take your green and break your heart
This Miller's more fake than David Clarke
Force you to put a gun to your head with a broken finger
And you're not allowed to say swag before you pull the trigger
You give this star bucks, he'll blow you straight at your house
The way you and Ariana were making out
Proves you love something Grande in your mouth
Now you chilling with Miley, if you want it that's cool
You'd assume she'd be hammered to fuck with this fool
But Wrecking Ball proved she has no problem sucking off tools
You're in my bottom three, the way you rap is so simple
There's Chief Keef, 2 Chainz, and Malcolm's in the middle
You're the reason hip-hop's dead and buried
Your swag mentality has the rap game in the cemetery
Now we see you in XXL, it's getting scary
We wouldn't see Malcolm excel by any means necessary
The way you rap about swag, it sounds dumb, it's the truth
I'm ashamed a generation looks up to this goof
I should leave you strangled for corrupting the youth
Until you're more purple than the drank that you chug in the booth
Take off the John Lennon glasses, look at the man in the mirror
And since you're a mark, I had to Mark David Chapman your career
Don Demarco
Play the role of teacher then sit down a student
You watch movies the same way I listen to your music
Click, you're muted, I plot further
Put a Mac in a box like MacDonald's workers
Steal your shine, you can't stop this murder
And this bitch from Pittsburgh getting raped, it's karma for Roethlisberger
Stealing instrumentals, you don't pay, I'm certain
They show up to your shows, you're afraid and squirmin'
Mac Miller... that name is perfect
Your initials are M&M, makes sense that you're a shady person
And that shit with Finesse, Mac you need a lesson
You're from the new school, Mac you're not a legend
His beats make you less wack, Mac there is no question
Your career was birthed with a Lord, that's an immaculate conception
Your mixtape was really wack to me
I threw K.I.D.S. in the garbage like Casey Anthony
I remember Big L, Pac, now we see you instead
It's not fair you're alive and those people are dead
You'll be six feet when I put the Nikes on my feet to your head
And have you lying with a rose, like Khalifa in bed
Defeat him again cause I'm razor sharp
This Miller light, I can't bear what you claim is art
Wanna battle, I'll take your green and break your heart
This Miller's more fake than David Clarke
Force you to put a gun to your head with a broken finger
And you're not allowed to say swag before you pull the trigger
You give this star bucks, he'll blow you straight at your house
The way you and Ariana were making out
Proves you love something Grande in your mouth
Now you chilling with Miley, if you want it that's cool
You'd assume she'd be hammered to fuck with this fool
But Wrecking Ball proved she has no problem sucking off tools
You're in my bottom three, the way you rap is so simple
There's Chief Keef, 2 Chainz, and Malcolm's in the middle
You're the reason hip-hop's dead and buried
Your swag mentality has the rap game in the cemetery
Now we see you in XXL, it's getting scary
We wouldn't see Malcolm excel by any means necessary
The way you rap about swag, it sounds dumb, it's the truth
I'm ashamed a generation looks up to this goof
I should leave you strangled for corrupting the youth
Until you're more purple than the drank that you chug in the booth
Take off the John Lennon glasses, look at the man in the mirror
And since you're a mark, I had to Mark David Chapman your career
Don Demarco