This is a story with bare combat

This is a story with bare combat And a air to the throne and an Aristo crat all the double yous are back in the chat Got Macbeth’s life story and that on tap !!!! He’s a Scottish soldier, a respected chap Then he meets Macdonwold and they have a scrap pipein' up in the ring cos he got that riz fightin' tough for the king, u know how it iz Our Man Macbeth, yeah he stands on biz On the way home, with his bro Banquo He meets 3 witches and Macbeth’s like "Woah" They say “Yo, your gonna be Thane of Cawdoor “ YOU’LL be the king that they all applaud for” Literally straight after, he becomes the Thane! And Macbeth the grafter says, “It’s time to rain” He starts deepin’ that its meant to be Mans not sleepin’ on this prophecy Macbeth’s girl’s settin’ a trap make her man clap back, no cap All she’s thinkin' is her twisted mission All she’s Pushin' is her man’s ambition We first clock that she’s movin' mad When she gets King D round at the pad She’s manipulating as best she can She’s articulating a cunning plan She’s druggin’ all the guards at the door and she gets them boozin They’re sluggin’ at the yard on the floor while King D is snoozin’ He’s just a chiller, not makin a fuss And she’s a killer, whose acting suss But it’s her hubbie who makes the move off stage He kills his buddy cos of wifey’s rage She’s convincing...now he’s filled with guilt And he’s wincing...at the blood he spilt He hears knocking - why has he deceived and lied? And he’s clocking – why did he believe his bride? Yeh he’s king alright but with a big down side Coz he’s paranoid, terrified on the inside Duncan's sons are done, so they run and hide They were scared they’ll be spared since daddy died Now Othello’s like "damn", he’s feelin' all alone Coz it’s Banquo’s fam whose reelin’ in the throne Just as the witches willed, yeh – roll the tape He gets Banquo killed but his sons escape Macbeth’s buggin' and feelin' that his cover is slippin From the druggin' and killin' now my brother is trippin Later at the banqwit, he has a roast, says a prayer But then he gets haunted by Banquo’s ghost in his chair He didn’t know he’d humiliate himself at the table And that he’d show his associates that he was unstable He throws back to the sitches happnin’ in Act one He goes back to the witches askin them wag wun They said it’s good in the hood, don’t go insane your safe till Birnam Wood moves to Dunsinane no man can kill ya off, if he’s born from a lady But beware of Mac duff cuz that thorn acting shady So Macbeths feelin' powerful, he’s startin to gloat He thinks he’s untouchable, he thinks he’s the Goat But Macduff and Malcolm are back to take him down And soon they will come, attack, and snake his crown Even his boys – them guys, don’t seem him as royalty hearin the noise – and lies, they’re loosin their loyalty While his bae’s out stressin' bout blood on her hands Every day obsessing and regrettin' her plans What your girl was talkin’, that’s been thrown aside Now your girls sleep walkin', feelings amplified And your girl is stalkin’, blame and shame inside And it doesn’t say it, but suicide's implied I bet you predicted that Macbeth would be cryin it’s kind of sick but he didn’t care she was dyin Its wild how this whole thing turned out He’d a tired little liar who is all burnt out He’s vain, deflated and defeated Insane, Exasperated, and conceited Unrealistic, solipsistic and complacent Simplistic, egotistic and impatient He thinks everyone’s a threat, he’s become the oppressor Killin' everyone he's met, he’s become the aggressor Macduff knows the day has come to run So, he goes to the UK to find Duncan’s son But meanwhile, when Macduff ran Macbeth was here, killin his fam Macduff is yearning for his peeps to avenge My guys returning here to seek his revenge Macduff and Malcolm think how they should Murder Macbeth so he’s gone for good So they get their brothers from the hood And dress in branches from Birnam Wood They can’t mess up when they do a surprise They get dressed up, got the crew in disguise But Macbeth’s on steam, feelin' mad and rattled And he’s got HIS team, all prepared to battle The prophecy sang out in Macbeth’s brain Making him prang out again and again After all his manipulation, frustration, lies and betraying He was fooled by Macduff, and thought the branches were swaying When Macbeth realised the witches played tricks They better climb quick back on their broomsticks The Witches bluffed, and he’d had enough He thought he couldn’t be killed by Macduff Yeah, my guy was mad, and on reflection The witches did not mention a C section They never said a thing about an exception He realised then, they were full of deception He went back into fight, he wasn’t giving in He wasn’t about to let Malcolm become King But just like that, Macduff cuts off his head And the play is over cuz Macbeth is dead. "Damn....."