Big MAC

I've got so much beef they call me the big 'MAC

Shot your buck teeth I brawl thee tic tack toe

"Sick rack ho" this is art like Picasso, a masterpiece

Don't start my combo before I release this track

Furthermore I decease quack pack, Bitch please

I put more holes in your ass than Swiss cheese

Good score of golds and cash when I diss these fake Gs

I'm too hot to start beef I start steak I view a lot

I cost not to undertake your remake, now retake

I see through you; not opaque, you're a fake G it's true

You're back of the queue it's 'Mac's cue so fuck you

I'll buck you I chuck two and I'm a thug too

Oldest trick in the book noticed the prick mistook

Me for a thug crook / a drug cook you see

The beat is about to drop like street hip hop

I doubt your lip will stop now I bow and shout: AMAC out...