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Think I can see a fucking
About to meet my
Brought a cup of Drano
Some Soda for the uncontrollable behavior
some psychopathic tendencies
Lonely as your neighbors with the bitches, he got needs
Word to my denim fiends, I'm Kennedy on
My flavor from the nature, need an for my recipe
They got my soul, but I don't let them the rest of me
My melody, a like Kenny G's, it's heavenly
And my denim tailored, me and Action
I'll be fucking with the fader, mind eraser
Actually, we for the fuck of it
Taking from you, gonna smack you out in public
We the government, abundance of substance
consumption to fuck a bitch
You're Banana fit, go suck a dick
And your looking like Cousin Itt, the ugliest

I said it must be the drugs got us thinking crazy shit
Groupie bitches enough to suck a baby's dick
Cadillacs is gettin' whipped a hundred eighty
Just for sizzle, gore-tex in case of drizzle

I said it must be the drugs got us thinking crazy shit
Looking up into the where the angels sit
They looking down, watch 'til I'm dead
So I get this red dot on my head?

Yo, I don't perform unless the in my pocket first
rapping take my people out for octopus
We all a dedication to the fandom
Hold your hand out for if you claim to be my man, damn
You see me peeling off a like when your mother strip
Blow the dice, roll shits, hit another trip
Shit, I'm on shit
Hand's fucking than a leather in the six in the summertime
Understand I'm only rhyming for this son of
And so my daughter can be a and reap the spoils
We ate the tuna, it's suede puma, my is Jay Buhner
Dawggie cause some of us just age
I'm still twisted, lizards from a strange river
jungle in the joint paper, point shaver
Check the bio, I fixed the between Kentucky and Miami of Ohio
I been

I said it be the drugs that got us thinking crazy shit
Groupie bitches enough to suck a baby's dick
Cadillacs is gettin' whipped a eighty fifth
Just for sizzle, gore-tex in case of drizzle

I said it must be the drugs that got us thinking crazy
Looking up into the clouds where the sit
They looking down, watch 'til I'm dead
So how'd I get red dot on my head?

I'm nodding off, I'm hot as wassabi sauce
And constantly y'all a bit of this ambiance
I was a minor, chasing vagina
None of my were fake, but none of
My designer
Went from posted on stoops to on roofs
I came from basement now look at this view
Making this money, it all
what you did, just show me results

Yo I'm a 635, dip or fly
Leather to the foot, I lead them to the brook
If you locked, keep the chisel in the book
I see a in the mirror when I look
Look, I lose but I make it back
I keep it and ain't no motherfucking faking that
I get a fade and then I to black
Bet on the Razorbacks, I hold the flavored gat

I said it must be the
I said it be the drugs
I said it must be the
I said it be the drugs
I it must be the drugs
I said it be the drugs
I said it must be the
I said it must be the
I said it must be the

You was Easy Mac the cheesy raps
Who the is Mac Miller?
name say "crack dealing trap nigga
Slash cap peeler, back a black stripper
Ass thicker than a snack wrap
Too fat to zippers"
And half is what do to Mac Miller
Now my first track figured
A who treats his yak richer than elixer
Taps slicker than tiller
Goes around the like his cats get finna
Oh you Mac
The filtered in the snapped picture
My man Jack ripped over like Jack the Ripper
Yoohoo, I'm finna murder this bitch
Get pumped like a flat fixed to become a flat
A rap figure to look like you hacked
show you Beastie Boy
You can't your killer with that wigger
I'd rather attack Tigger or Jack
He got track for a album
If he had Jigga on an
Wouldn't go cat litter where I'm
Malcolm, I knock the thoughts off your
King, you're from a home of bones
Not like the one I've known
You like, before you punched in flows
You were struckin' blows, nose for your honey row
In the lunchroom gettin' yo stole
You're a bully's Day Ever
With those on your feet
through Blue Slide Park
I'm rob this chump
On a on Fifth Ave like he Donald Trump
Nigga give me shit
I you better when you was Easy Mac
With the raps
Who the is Mac Miller?