Red Dot Music (feat. Action Bronson)

Yeah, ha, uh

Think I can see a fuckin' halo (Halo)

About to meet my maker, brought a double-cup of Drano (Drano)

Some soda for the flavor, uncontrollable behavior

With some psychopathic tendencies

Lonely as your neighbor with the bitches, he got special needs (Sheesh)

Word to my denim fiends, I'm Kennedy on ecstasy

My flavor from the nature, need an acre for my recipe (Please)

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 (Tailored), me and Action rappin'

I'll be fucking with The Fader (Fader), sippin' mind eraser

Actually (Actually), we rappin' for the fuck of it

Take your money from you, go and smack you out in public (Public)

Root of Republican government

Abundance of substance, havin' consumption to fuck a bitch

With your Banana Republic 'fit, go suck a dick

And your bitch lookin' like Cousin Itt, the ugliest

I said it must be the drugs that got us thinkin' crazy shit

Groupie bitches wild enough to suck a baby's dick

Cadillacs is gettin' whipped, a hunnid eighty fifth

Just for that sizzle, Gore-Tex and case it drizzle

I said it must be the drugs that got us thinkin' crazy shit

Lookin' up into the clouds where the angels sit

They lookin' down, keepin' watch till I'm dead

So how'd I get this red dot on my head? (On my head)

Yo, I don't perform unless the money's in my pocket first (Uh)

After rappin', take my people out for octopus (Spanish)

We all deserve a dedication to the fandom (Uh, uh)

Hold you hand out for nothin', if you claim to be my man, damn

You see me peelin' off a whip like when your mother strip (Strip)

Blow the dice, roll them shits, hit another trips

Shit, I'm on some shit

Hands are fuckin' hotter than a leather in the six in the summertime

Understand I'm only rhymin' for this son of mine

And so my daughter could be a lawyer and reap the spoils

We ate the tuna, it's suede Puma, my look is Jay Buhner

Doggy 'cause some of us just age sooner

I'm still twisted, rockin' lizards from a strange river (River)

Forbidden jungle in the joint paper, point shaver

Check the bio (Bio)

I fixed the game between Kentucky and Miami of Ohio

I've been wild

I said it must be the drugs that got us thinkin' crazy shit

Groupie bitches wild enough to suck a baby's dick

Cadillacs is gettin' whipped, a hunnid eighty fifth

Just for that sizzle, Gore-Tex and case it drizzle

I said it must be the drugs that got us thinkin' crazy shit

Lookin' up into the clouds where the angels sit

They lookin' down, keepin' watch till I'm dead

So how'd I get this red dot on my head? (Uh, uh)

Bitch, I'm noddin' off, I'm hot as wasabi sauce

And constantly givin' y'all a bit of this ambiance

I was a minor, chasin' after vagina

None of my friends were fake

But none of my clothes designer

Went from posted on stoops (Stoops) to smokin' on roofs (Roofs)

I came from that basement, now look at this view (View)

Makin' this money (Money), blowin' it all (All)

Fuck what you did, just show me results

Yo, I'm a 635, dip or fly motherfucker

Leather to the foot, horses, I lead 'em to the brook

If you lack 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 motherfuckin' fakin' that

I get a fade and then I fade to black

Bet on the Razorbacks

I hold the multi-colored flavored gat, blat (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

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 dealin' trap ****

Slash cap peeler, back with the black stripper

Ass thicker than a snack wrapped Snicker

Too fat to snap zippers in half, is what I'll do to Mac Miller

Now my mind's first track figured

A **** who treats his yak richer than Elixir

Taps slicker than past till it

Goes around the room like his casket finna

Oh, you Mac Miller

The facts filtered in the snapped picture

My man Jack ripped over Google like Jack The Ripper

You-hoo, I'm finna murder this brunette bitch

Get pumped like a flat fixed or become a flat fixture

A rap figure that look like you hacked Twitter

I'll show you Beastie, boy

But 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 a ad sticker

Wouldn't go cat litter where I'm from, Malcom

I'll 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' your money stole

You a bully's best day ever

With them Nike's on your feet

Comin' through Blue Slide Park

I'm gon' rob this chump

Wanna party on Fifth Ave like he Donald Trump

****, give me that shit

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

Who the fuck is Mac Miller?