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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 nothin' but rhymes its simple

Hey its what I create to the hate
the night in the lightning
UFO sightings leave 'em
Steady I be high
You got no herbal I'ma lend you mine
Its Doctor Octagon call him young
I leave these rappers starving its Ramadan
You are the wackest my holographic
Had to put my on the map shit
If you a fat kid go get
If you a bad bitch be a actress
Rap ease carnage, my family the Partrige
Hard tricks flawless, trapeze
Take my life and put it in a album
How much money do I got? I don't who's countin'
Fake muthafucka's round me I do without them
You keepin' it a I could use a thousand
I'm comin' now, a truce
I got a lot but, not to
I'm the makin' hits call me Doctor Luke
And prescribing you a vibe for that mood
Why you sad all the
Jump off a
While I'm kicking it with and Posdnuos
Tryna put me down well that's futile ooh
message got you spooked out
Believe in God but don't believe
its the truth but never really listened
That's another though
Walking on the home find a way to go
Maybe one might take the word Frost
Blowin' out steam but its all
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 these haters all heart
I been on the paper
me carpal tunnel
Couple billion people are they all gon' you?
Hell no, no
I be grindin' the rain, sleet, hail, snow
Sticking to my word like its
On some shell toes, else yo
shit, go crazy
Kinda like the over Hov's baby
My tell me Mac you a wierdo
I guarantee baby be a super hero
This ain't nothin' but comes rhymes my mind
been stuck inside since the beginning of time
Chemical romance, dance with no pants
If I got my on her playa you got no chance
This some simple shit I'm they fear
I'm just trying to whats real
Child of the blues never school
Been miseducated so word to Lauran
Music is my outlet walking 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, that, like 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, the flow around
Hey thats cypher shit, I know you like that shit
Freestyle in the air go and write that
I don't write bitch I got ill flows
I'm ill yo
And is real yo
Mac Miller, gon' kill flows
Bouncing up and and down
Head to ya
In the throwin' bows