MAC MILLER - Red Dot Music (Feat. Action Bronson & Loaded Lux)

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 neighbor
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 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 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
I said it must be the drugs
that got us thinking crazy shit
Groupie bitches 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 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
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 shits
hit another trip
Shit I'm on some shit
Hand's fucking 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 shit
Groupie bitches 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 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
Bitch 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
Fuck what you did
just show me results
Yo I'm a 635
dip or fly motherfucker
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 motherfucking
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
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
You was Easy Mac
with the cheesy raps
Who the fuck is Mac Miller
This name says
crack dealing trap nigga
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 nigga 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 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 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
Nigga don't give me that shit
I liked you better
when you was
Easy Mac with the
cheesy raps
Who the fuck is Mac Miller