[Verse 1: Mac Miller]. Think I can see a fucking halo about to meet my maker. Brought a double cup of Drano some soda for the flavor. Uncontrollable behavior. with some psychopathic tendencies. Lonely as your neighbors with the bitches. he got special needs. Word to my denim fiends I'm Kennedy on ecstasy. My flavor from the nature need an acre for my recipe. They got my soul but I don't let 'em take the rest of me. My melody a little like Kenny G's it's heavenly. And my denim tailored me and Action rapping. Al be fucking with the fader sipping mind eraser. Actually we rapping for the fuck of it. Taking money from you gonna smack you out in public. We the Republican government. abundance of substance. Having consumption to fuck a bitch. You're Banana Republic fit go suck a dick. And your bitch looking like Cousin Itt the ugliest. [Hook: Action Bronson]. I said it must be the drugs that got us thinking crazy shit. Groupie bitches wild enough to suck a baby's dick. Cadillacs is getting whipped a hundred eighty fifth. Just for that sizzle Gore-Tex in case of drizzle. [Mac Miller]. I said it must be the drugs that got us thinking crazy shit. Looking up into the clouds where the angels sit. They looking down keeping watch 'til I'm dead. So how'd I get this red dot on my head?. [Verse 2: Action Bronson]. Yo I don't perform unless the money's in my pocket first. After rapping take my people out for octopus. We all deserve it; dedication to the fam. Don't hold your hand out for nothing. if you claim to be my man damn. You see me peeling off a whip like. when your mother strip. Blow the dice roll them chips hit another trip. Shit I'm on some shit. Hand's fucking hotter than a leather. in the 6 in the summertime. Understand I'm only rhyming for this son of mine. And so my daughter can be a lawyer and reap the spoils. We ate the tuna it's suede puma. My look is Jay Buhner dawggy. cause some of us just age sooner. I'm still twisted rocking lizards from a strange river. Forbidden jungle in the joint paper point shaver. Check the bio I fixed the game. Between Kentucky and Miami of Ohio I been wild. [Hook]. [Verse 3: Mac Miller]. Bitch I'm nodding off I'm hot as wasabi sauce. And constantly giving y'all a bit of this ambiance. I was a minor chasing after vagina. None of my friends were fake. but none of my clothes designer. Went from posted on stoops to smoking on roofs. I came from that basement now look at this view. Making this money blowing it all. Fuck what you did just show me results. [Verse 4: Action Bronson]. Yo I'm a 635 dipper fly mothafucka. Leather to the foot horses I lead 'em to the brook. If you locked then keep the chisel in the book. I see a lion in the mirror when I look. Look I lose money but I make it back. I keep it true and ain't no mothafuckin' faking that. I get a fade and then I fade to black. Bet on the Razorbacks. I hold the multi-colored flavored gat. Blat. [Bridge: Mac Miller]. I said it must be the drugs I said it must be the drugs. I said it must be the drugs I said it must be the drugs. I said it must be the drugs I said it must be the drugs. I said it must be the drugs I said it must be the drugs. [Outro: Loaded Lux]. You was Easy Mac with the cheesy raps. Who the fuck is Mac Miller?. This name say "Crack dealing trap nigga. Slash cap peeler back with a black stripper. Ass thicker than a snack wrap snicker. too fat to snap zippers". In half is what I'll do to Mac Miller. Now my minds first track figured. A nigga who treats his yak richer than elixir. Taps liquor the pass 'til it. Goes around the room like his casket finna. Oh you Mac Miller?. The fact's filtered in the snapped picture. My man Jack ripped over Google like Jack the Ripper. Yoohoo I'm finna murder this brunette bitch. Get pumped like a flat fixed to become a flat fixture. A rap figure to look like you hacked Twitter. I'll show you Beastie Boy. You can't match your killer with that wigger. I'd rather attack Tigger or Jack Thriller. He got track fillers for a album. If he had Jigga on an ad-sticker. Wouldn't go cat litter where I'm from Malcolm. I knock the thoughts off your balcony King. You're from a home of funny bones. Not like quite the one I've known. You look like before you punched in flows. You were strucking blows bloody nose. for your honey rolls. In the lunchroom gettin' yo money stole. You're a bully's Best Day Ever. With those Nike's on your feet. Coming through Blue Slide Park. I'm gon' rob this chump. On a party on Fifth Ave like he Donald Trump. Nigga give me that shit. I liked you better when you was Easy Mac. With the cheesy raps. Who the fuck is Mac Miller?