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In old man voice
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 but rhymes its quite simple

Hey its what I to eliminate the hate
the night in the lightning
UFO sightings 'em unidentified
Steady I be high
You ain't got no herbal I'ma you mine
Its Doctor Octagon him young phenomenon
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 carnage, my family aint the Partrige
tricks flawless, trapeze artists
Take my life and put it in a album
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 now, call a truce
I got a lot but, not to
I'm the makin' hits call me Doctor Luke
And you a vibe for that awful mood
Why you sad all the
off a roof
While I'm kicking it with Q-tip and
Tryna put me down that's futile ooh child
Supernatural message got you out
in God but don't believe religion
Saying its the truth but never listened
That's another though
on the pavement home find a way to go
Maybe one might the word Robert Frost
out steam but its all exhaust
We comin' for dollars better call the cops
You a war? we got a nuclear holocaust
Yo E how many bars is
Is it enough to give haters all heart attacks
I been writing on the
me carpal tunnel
Couple billion people are they all love you?
no, hell no
I be grindin' though the rain, sleet, hail,
to my word like its Velcro
On some shell toes, what yo
shit, go crazy
Kinda like the over Hov's baby
My girl tell me Mac you a
I guarantee that be a super hero
This ain't nothin' but rhymes from my mind
been stuck inside since the beginning of time
Chemical romance, slow with no pants
If I got my on her playa you got no chance
some simple shit I'm sure they fear
I'm trying to explore whats real
Child of the blues never school
Been miseducated so to Lauran hill
is my outlet walking through the polo store
In the wondering what I go home for
In my own world when I the door
To the booth, and searching for the truth
that, like that, like that, like that
And a little bit of this and a little bit of
I spit a rhyme tell me that I kick a rap
And if you got time, you can sit
to me now, pass the flow around
Hey thats cypher shit, I know you like that shit
in the air go and write that shit
I write that bitch I got ill flows
I'm ill yo
And this is yo
Mac Miller, kill those flows
up and and down Yoyo's
Head to ya
In the throwin' bows