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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 quite

Hey its what I to eliminate the hate
Illuminate the night in the
UFO leave 'em unidentified
Steady I be high
You ain't got no herbal lend you mine
Its Doctor Octagon call him young
I leave these rappers starving its Ramadan
You are the wackest my style
Had to put my city on the map
If you a fat kid go get
If you a bad bitch be a actress
Rap carnage, my family aint the Partrige
Hard flawless, trapeze artists
my life and put it in a photo album
How much money do I I don't know who's countin'
muthafucka's round me I could do without them
You keepin' it a hundred I use a thousand
I'm now, call a truce
I got a lot but, not to
I'm the shit makin' call me Doctor Luke
And prescribing you a for that awful mood
Why you sad all the
off a roof
While I'm kicking it Q-tip and Posdnuos
Tryna put me down that's futile ooh child
Supernatural got you spooked out
in God but don't believe religion
Saying its the truth but never really
another conversation though
Walking on the pavement find a way to go
Maybe one take the word Robert Frost
Blowin' out steam but its all
We comin' for your dollars better the cops
You want a war? we got a nuclear
Yo E how many bars is
Is it enough to give these all heart attacks
I been on the paper
Gave me carpal
billion people are they all gon' love you?
Hell no, no
I be though the rain, sleet, hail, snow
Sticking to my like its Velcro
On some shell toes, else yo
Dope shit, go
Kinda like the internet Hov's baby
My girl me Mac you a wierdo
I guarantee baby be a super hero
This nothin' but comes rhymes from my mind
That been inside since the beginning of time
Chemical romance, slow dance with no
If I got my eyes on her playa you got no
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 hill
Music is my outlet walking through the polo
In the studio wondering what I go for
In my own world when I close the
To the booth, young and for the truth
that, like that, like that, like that
And a little bit of this and a little bit of
I just spit a rhyme tell me I kick a rap
And if you got time, you can sit
Listen to me now, pass the around
Hey thats some cypher shit, I know you like shit
Freestyle in the air go and that shit
I don't write bitch I got ill flows
I'm ill yo
And this is yo
Mac Miller, gon' those flows
Bouncing up and and down
to ya toes
In the throwin' bows