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

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

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

Yo, I don't perform the money's in my pocket first
After rapping take my 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
the dice, roll them shits, hit another trip
Shit, I'm on shit
Hand's fucking hotter than a leather in the six in the
Understand I'm only rhyming for this son of
And so my can be a lawyer and reap the spoils
We ate the tuna, it's suede puma, my look is Jay
Dawggie some of us just age sooner
I'm still twisted, rocking from a strange river
Forbidden in the joint paper, point shaver
Check the bio, I fixed the game between and Miami of Ohio
I wild

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

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

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

Yo I'm a 635, dip or fly
Leather to the foot, horses I lead to the brook
If you locked, then keep the in the book
I see a lion in the mirror when I
Look, I money but I make it back
I keep it true and no motherfucking faking that
I get a fade and then I to black
Bet on the Razorbacks, I hold the flavored gat

I it must be the drugs
I it must be the drugs
I said it must be the
I it must be the drugs
I said it be the drugs
I it must 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 with the raps
Who the is Mac Miller?
This name say "crack dealing trap
Slash cap peeler, with a black stripper
Ass thicker than a snack snicker
Too fat to zippers"
And is what I'll do to Mac Miller
Now my minds first figured
A nigga who treats his yak richer elixer
Taps slicker than past
Goes around the room his cats get finna
Oh you Mac
The fact's filtered in the picture
My man Jack ripped over Google like the Ripper
Yoohoo, I'm finna murder this bitch
Get pumped like a fixed to become a flat fixture
A rap to look like you hacked Twitter
I'll you Beastie Boy
You can't match your killer with wigger
I'd rather Tigger or Jack Triller
He got track fillers for a
If he had on an ad-sticker
go cat litter where I'm from
Malcolm, I knock the off your balcony
King, you're a home of funny bones
Not like quite the one I've
You look like, before you in flows
You were struckin' blows, bloody for your honey row
In the lunchroom gettin' yo stole
You're a bully's Best Day
With those on your feet
Coming through Blue Slide
I'm rob this chump
On a party on Ave like he Donald Trump
give me that shit
I you better when you was Easy Mac
With the raps
Who the is Mac Miller?