Tom McDonald is a Canadian rapper and former professional wrestler from Van… Read Full Bio ↴Tom McDonald is a Canadian rapper and former professional wrestler from Vancouver, British Columbia, currently living in Los Angeles, California, United States.

Tom's songs are known for being critical of political correctness and "woke" culture. In February 2021, his release "Fake Woke" was temporarily removed from several major streaming and download platforms, in what many fans interpreted as censorship. However, it was restored after a few days.

Hate Mail
Tom MacDonald Lyrics

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I don't know what the problem is
Why everybody hates males
But lately, all I get is tons of hate mail
I'ma keep on beating them to death until
They're eighty and they face pale
Wrap 'em in some chains and leave
'em layin' on the train rails
Everybody's angry that everything that

I say sells
Get inside your head and kill the brain cells
Y'all cannot avoid me, amputate
My middle fingers, get an eggshell
Put 'em in a cake and have a bake sale
"Dear Tom MacDonald
You've been doin' this on purpose
You don't even really mean it
I bet you're a cool person"
Wrong, bitch, watch this
I'm not like these rappers who will talk shit
I'm honest from the moment
That the song hit's
Walkin' through the hottest part of hell
In cotton overalls and stockings
And I ain't even sweatin', check my armpit's
Y'all want it with the wrong kid
I ain't tuckin' my balls in
I promise that they're twenty shots of
Vodka and the bong hit's

"Man, I really hate this guy, I'ma tell him
How dare he have opinions, I won't let him"
I got a trash can full of
Hate mail that I pee in
Pissin' off the Internet is
Just another weekend
"I hate this guy, he's a villain
Somebody somewhere, please go kill him"
I got an inbox full of hate
Mail that I laugh at
How'd you get an Internet connection
In a crack shack?

I don't care why they mad at me
Keep writin' me letters
And they probably thought attackin' me
Would make 'em feel better
But the more they feel offended
The more I wanna be offensive
It's a never-ending cycle and
I'm getting more aggressive
I would normally pretend I'm getting bored
Ignore their message
But I wanna make their head explode
My vocal cords are weapons
Got 'em jumpin' out the window
Like the folks on 9-11
I'm just laughin' while they splatter
I'ma need some more umbrellas "Dear Tom
I just wanna say your music's pathetic
Your music is garbage and
You probably regret it" wrong, bitch
Runnin' through your office with a bomb lit
Beat you with a rock inside a
Sock until your skull split
Yellin' "Screw the cops
" hope you do and have a cop kid
When he grows up
I hope he joins the force and he's a hothead
Goes to your apartment
Gets inside of it with lock-picks
And finds out you've been beating up his
Mom and you get shot dead

"Man, I really hate this guy, I'ma tell him
How dare he have opinions, I won't let him"
I got a trash can full of
Hate mail that I pee in
Pissin' off the Internet is
Just another weekend
"I hate this guy, he's a villain
Somebody somewhere, please go kill him"
I got an inbox full of hate
Mail that I laugh at
How'd you get an Internet connection
In a crack shack?

You get mad 'cause you hate my songs
Too bad, 'cause I said what I want (Na na na)
Say I'm trash, but you stupid enough
To keep on talkin' and you blow me up (Na na)
Every day you're hatin' 'cause I'm paid well
Guess your little comments didn't age well
(Na na na)
You said I'd never make it but I ain't fail
Pourin' gasoline on your hate mail (Na na)

"Man, I really hate this guy, I'ma tell him
How dare he have opinions, I won't let him"
I got a trash can full of
Hate mail that I pee in
Pissin' off the Internet is
Just another weekend
"I hate this guy, he's a villain
Somebody somewhere, please go kill him"
I got an inbox full of hate
Mail that I laugh at

How'd you get an Internet connection
In a crack shack?

Overall Meaning

In 'Hate Mail', Canadian rapper Tom MacDonald addresses the issue of toxic online hate and the constant barrage of negativity that he receives on a daily basis. He expresses his confusion as to why people seem to hate males so much, and how he constantly receives hateful messages from people who disagree with his opinions and musical style. However, instead of letting the hate get him down, he vows to keep on being himself and speaking his mind, even if it means ruffling a few feathers along the way.

Throughout the song, Tom frequently uses violent and aggressive language to describe what he would like to do to his haters, such as beating them to death with chains and leaving them on train rails, or beating them with a rock inside a sock until their skulls split. However, he also acknowledges the absurdity and pointlessness of such actions, and instead uses humor to diffuse the situation, such as by peeing in a trash can full of hate mail or wondering how someone in a crack shack has internet access.

Overall, 'Hate Mail' is a provocative and confrontational song that tackles the issue of online hate in a bold and unapologetic way. Tom MacDonald uses his platform as a musician to speak up about the dangers of toxic communication and the need for more positivity and understanding in the world.

Line by Line Meaning

I don't know what the problem is Why everybody hates males But lately, all I get is tons of hate mail
Tom MacDonald is confused about why people hate males and questions the motives behind the hate mail he has been receiving.

I'ma keep on beating them to death until They're eighty and they face pale Wrap 'em in some chains and leave 'em layin' on the train rails
Tom MacDonald is using hyperbole to express his frustration towards his detractors who are sending him hate mail.

Everybody's angry that everything that I say sells Get inside your head and kill the brain cells
Tom MacDonald believes that people are upset about his success as a rapper and criticizes the effect of his music on the listeners.

Y'all cannot avoid me, amputate My middle fingers, get an eggshell Put 'em in a cake and have a bake sale
Tom MacDonald is claiming that his detractors can't avoid him and suggests a way to deal with his middle fingers via a satirical suggestion for a bake sale.

"Dear Tom MacDonald You've been doin' this on purpose You don't even really mean it I bet you're a cool person" Wrong, bitch, watch this
Tom MacDonald is bringing attention to disingenuous letters that question his motives as an artist and has a sarcastic response to them.

I'm not like these rappers who will talk shit I'm honest from the moment That the song hit's
Tom MacDonald explicitly states that unlike other rappers who talk smack, he is honest and straightforward in his music.

Walkin' through the hottest part of hell In cotton overalls and stockings And I ain't even sweatin', check my armpit's
Tom MacDonald uses metaphorical language to express resilience against his detractors, saying that he is not affected by their hate.

Y'all want it with the wrong kid I ain't tuckin' my balls in I promise that they're twenty shots of Vodka and the bong hit's
Tom MacDonald asserts his confidence and strength against his detractors and uses humor to dismiss their criticisms.

"Man, I really hate this guy, I'ma tell him How dare he have opinions, I won't let him" I got a trash can full of Hate mail that I pee in Pissin' off the Internet is Just another weekend
Tom MacDonald makes fun of people who try to silence him and expresses how he reacts to the overwhelming amount of hate mail he gets.

"I hate this guy, he's a villain Somebody somewhere, please go kill him" I got an inbox full of hate Mail that I laugh at How'd you get an Internet connection In a crack shack?
Tom MacDonald highlights the extremes that his detractors go to express their hate towards him and how he finds it absurd.

You get mad 'cause you hate my songs Too bad, 'cause I said what I want (Na na na) Say I'm trash, but you stupid enough To keep on talkin' and you blow me up (Na na na)
Tom MacDonald calls out his haters and mocks their persistence in criticizing him when they supposedly dislike his music.

Every day you're hatin' 'cause I'm paid well Guess your little comments didn't age well (Na na na) You said I'd never make it but I ain't fail Pourin' gasoline on your hate mail (Na na)
Tom MacDonald rubs his success in the faces of those who once doubted him and tells them that despite their hate mail, he's still successful.

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