Uh, think I can see a fuckin' halo I'm about to meet my maker, brought a double cup of Drano Soda for the flavor, uncontrollable behavior With some psychopathic tendencies Lonely as your neighbor with the bitches He got special needs Worked to my denim fiends, from Kennedy on ecstasy My flavor from the nature, need a acre for my recipe They got my soul, but I don't let them take the rest of me My melody, a lil' like Kenny G's, it's heavenly In my denim, Taylor Me in action, rappin', I'll be fuckin' with the fader Sippin' mine to race her, actually We rappin' for the fuck of it, takin' money from you, gon' smack you out in public You the republican government Abundance of substance, have a consumption of fuckin' bitch With your banana republic fit, go suck a dick And your bitch lookin' like Cousin It, the ugliest I said it must be the drugs, they got us thinkin' crazy shit Groupie bitches wild enough to suck a baby's dick Cadillacs is gettin' whipped, 185 Just for that sizzle, Gore-Tex in case it drizzled I said it must be the drugs, they got us thinkin' crazy shit Lookin' up into the clouds where the angels sit They lookin' down, keepin' watch till I'm dead So how'd I get this red dot on my head? Yo, I don't perform unless the money's in my pocket first After rappin', take my people out for octopus We all deserve a dedication to the fam Don't hold your hand out for nothin' if you claim to be my man, damn You see me peelin' off and whip like when your mother stripped Blow the dice, roll them shits, hit another trip Shit, I'm on some shit, hands are fuckin' hotter than the leather in the six in the summertime I understand I'm only rhymin' for this son of mine And so my daughter could be a lawyer and read the spoils We ate the tuna and swayed Puma, my look is Jay Buna Doggy, cause some of us just age sooner I'm still twisted, rockin' lizards from a strange river From bitter jungle in the joint paper, point shaver Check the bio, I fix the game between Kentucky and Miami I said it must be the drugs, they got us thinkin' crazy shit Groupie bitches wild enough to suck a baby's dick Cadillacs is gettin' whipped, 185 Just for that sizzle, Gore-Tex in case it drizzle I said it must be the drugs, they got us thinkin' crazy shit Lookin' up into the clouds where the angels sit And lookin' down, keepin' watch till I'm dead So how'd I get this red dot on my head? Unh, unh, bitch I'm not enough I'm hot as wasabi sauce I'm constantly givin' y'all a bit of this ambiance I was a minor, chasin' after Regina None of my friends were fake, but none of my clothes designer Went from postin' on stoops to smokin' on roofs I came from that basement, now look at this view Makin' this money, blowin' it all Fuck what you did, just show me results Yo, I'm a 6'35 Vipafly motherfucker Leather to the foot Horses, I led them to the brook If you like to keep the chisel in the book I see a lion in the mirror when I look Look, I lose money, but I make it back I keep it true and ain't no motherfuckin' fakin' that I get a fade in and I fade to black Bid on the Razorbacks I hold the multicolored Flavagat Bad, bad, bad, bad Bad, bad, bad, bad Bad, bad, bad, bad You was easy, Mac, with the cheesy raps Who the fuck is Mac Miller? This name says, Crack Dylan trap nigga Slash cat pillar Back with the black stripper Ass thicker than a snack wrap snicker Too fat to snap zippers And half is what I'll do to Mac Miller Now my mind's first track figured A nigga who treats his yak richer than Elixir Taps liquor, then pass till it goes around the room Like his casket thinner Oh, you Mac Miller The facts filtered in the snap picture My man Jack ripped over Google like Jack the Ripper Yoo-hoo! I'm finna murder this brunette bitch Get pumped like a flat fix to become a flat fixture A rap figure that look like you hacked Twitter I'll show you, beastie boy You can't match a killer with that rigor I'd rather attack Tigger or Jack Thriller He got track fillers for an album If he had jiggle on the ass Sticker wouldn't go cat litter where I'm from Malcolm, I knock the thoughts off your balcony King, you're from a home of funny bones Not like quite the one I've known You look like before you punched in flows You was struck in blows Bloody nose for your honey roll In the lunchroom getting your money stole You a bully's best day ever With them Nikes on your feet Coming through Blue Slide Park I'm gonna rob this chump Wanna party on Fifth Ave like E. Donald Trump Nigga, give me that shit I liked you better when you was Easy Mac with the cheesy raps Who the fuck is Mac Miller?