Big Jerm - I Come In Peace lyrics

[Verse 1: Mac Miller] Ok, it's the high flying, sky diving Hoes tell me five diamonds, mine and whining Dropping gems with the finest timing I'm eating acid, start to burn away my stomach lining Coming with that f**ing violence Where's chaos, love is silent My mom should've had another son Maybe that would make my crazy a** less troublesome I come in peace, but unleash this f**ing beast inside me You may need to CSI, investigate the scene when I leave I start drinking whats inside my IV I'm poison ivy and my voice is whiny New car, yeah my toys is shiny Drive it in the river, break the ice Skate Monongahela in the winter I'm a ninja, I might kick ya in your f**ing head This is Pittsburgh, you lookin' like a f**ing guest I got a mayor f**ing b**hes in the south-side Tell 'em they can get a job, just to open up your mouth wide You Mrs. Doubtfire, fake a** b**h I keeps it constipated, we don't take no sh** Nothing for these hoes, lego my eggo trick I'm a real a-hole, yeah ok I'm with my b**h, watching Scandal in some Gucci sandals Or whatever's on the movie channels I drink whisky, start puking on my stupid flannel Plot the tracing paper, I'm just tryna recreate a Van Gogh The devil can't know my plans for destruction The angels get eliminated, process of deduction Red lights, rushing through it, nukes like I'm Russian I paid a foreign nun to bring the d** in I put the dope in the dumplings, the coke by the onion Snort so many lines, it's disgusting Open up the blinds, see the white light I'm getting wasted with a bum, start a knife fight Putting lice in my b**h bed Drink Windex and go and swallow a match I got the right pipes, need to borrow some crack Got a problem with that? I'm doing d** with the coastguard Smoke clouds coming through the sonar I can beat my own a** with a crowbar, cause I'm so numb I don't even know where my toes are This is Mozart, dope art I'm gonna have a daughter, name her Rosa Parks [Interlude: Mac Miller] Dude you not from still.. You know what I'm saying, from Pittsburg dude You can't be down there in Hawaii Down there doing Alohas And jumping off mountains You're not down here in the south-side, I don't see you [Verse 2: Mac Miller] Ok, look I said it, um, I'm a b**h a** b**h That's why pre-teen girls be like "this that sh**" But once they eighteen, they gon' kiss mac's dick Goddamn, I'm on some mismatch sh** God hate me, the devil don't like me either I'm posted up with a forty and a wife beater Murder rappers, keep they bodies in the freezer Snort coke and have a minor seizure I'm lost in amnesia, threesomes with Venus And Serena, I can dream, huh? I really miss the lean, bruh Bought my homie's team Jordans Now they pissed off