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In your old man
Yeah, a one two, a one two
For one two, for one two
For one two, for one two
For one two, for one two
Uh uh nothin' but rhymes its quite

Hey its I create to eliminate the hate
Illuminate the night in the
UFO leave 'em unidentified
Steady I be high
You ain't got no herbal I'ma lend you
Its Doctor Octagon call him young
I leave these rappers like its Ramadan
You are the wackest my style
Had to put my on the map shit
If you a fat kid go get
If you a bad bitch then be a
Rap ease carnage, my family aint the
Hard flawless, trapeze artists
Take my life and put it in a photo
How much money do I got? I don't know countin'
Fake muthafucka's round me I could do them
You it a hundred I could use a thousand
I'm comin' now, a truce
I got a lot but, not to
I'm the shit makin' hits call me Luke
And prescribing you a for that awful mood
Why you sad all the
Jump off a
While I'm it with Q-tip and Posdnuos
Tryna put me down that's futile ooh child
Supernatural got you spooked out
Believe in God but don't religion
its the truth but never really listened
That's another conversation
Walking on the pavement find a way to go
one might take the word Robert Frost
Blowin' out steam but its all
We comin' for dollars better call the cops
You want a war? we got a holocaust
Yo E how many bars is
Is it enough to give these haters all heart
I been on the paper
Gave me carpal
Couple billion people are they all love you?
Hell no, no
I be grindin' though the rain, sleet, hail,
Sticking to my word like its
On some shell toes, else yo
Dope shit, go
Kinda like the over Hov's baby
My tell me Mac you a wierdo
I guarantee that baby be a super
This ain't nothin' but comes rhymes from my
That been stuck inside since the beginning of
Chemical romance, slow dance no pants
If I got my on her playa you got no chance
This some shit I'm sure they fear
I'm just trying to whats real
Child of the never liked school
Been miseducated so word to hill
Music is my outlet through the polo store
In the wondering what I go home for
In my own world I close the door
To the booth, young and searching for the
Like that, like that, like that, that
And a little bit of this and a bit of that
I just spit a tell me that I kick a rap
And if you got time, you can sit
Listen to me now, pass the flow
Hey thats some cypher shit, I know you that shit
in the air go and write that shit
I don't that bitch I got ill flows
I'm ill yo
And is real yo
Mac Miller, gon' kill flows
up and and down Yoyo's
Head to ya
In the paint throwin'