Red Dot Music

Think I can see a f*cking 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 neighbor with the b*tches 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 bu I don't let them take the rest of me

My melody a little like Kenny G's it's heavenly

And my denim tailored me and Action rapping

I'll be f*cking with the Fader sipping mind eraser

Actually we rapping for the f*ck of it

Taking money from you gonna smack you out in public

We the republican government abundance of substance

Having consumption to f*ck a b*tch

You're Banana Republic fit go suck a dick

And your b*tch looking like Cousin Itt the ugliest

I said it must be the drugs that got us thinking crazy sh*t

Groupie b*tches wildin' up to suck a baby's dick

Cadillacs is gettin' whipped a hundred eighty fifth

Just for that sizzle gortex in case of drizzle

I said it must be the drugs that got us thinking crazy sh*t

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

Yo I don't perform unless the money's in my pocket first

After rapping take my people out for octopus

We all deserve a dedication to the fandom

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 sh*ts hit another trip

Sh*t I'm on some sh*t

Hand's f*cking hotter than a leather in the six 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

Dawg it's 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

I said it must be the drugs that got us thinking crazy sh*t

Groupie b*tches wildin' up to suck a baby's dick

Cadillacs is gettin' whipped a hundred eighty fifth

Just for that sizzle gortex in case of drizzle

I said it must be the drugs that got us thinking crazy sh*t

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

B*tch I'm nodding enough I'm hot as wassabi 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

F*ck what you did just show me results

Yo I'm a 635 dip or fly motherf*cker

Leather to the foot horses I led them to the brook

If you like to 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 motherf*cking faking that

I get a-fadin' and then I fade to black

Been on the razorbacks I hold the multi-colored flavored gat

Blat

I said it must be the drugs

You was Easy Mac with the cheesy raps

Who the f*ck is Mac Miller

This name says "crack dealing trap n*gga

Slash cat peeler back with a black stripper

Ass thicker than a snack wrap snicker too fat to snap zippers"

And half is what I'll do to Mac Miller

Now my mind's first track figured

A n*gga who treats his yak richer than elixer

Taps slicker than past tiller

Goes around the room like his cats get 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 b*tch

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 a killer with that wigger

I'd rather attack Tigger or Jack Triller

He got track fillers for a album

If he had Jigga on an ass 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 struckin' blows bloody nose for your honey row

In the lunchroom gettin' yo money stole

You're a bully's Best Day Ever

With them 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

N*gga don't give me that sh*t

I liked you better when you was Easy Mac with the cheesy raps

Who the f*ck is Mac Miller