The Alchemist - Red Dot Music lyrics

[Verse 1: Mac Miller] Think I can see a f**ing 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 neighbors with the b**hes 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 'em take the rest of me My melody, a little like Kenny G's, it's heavenly And my denim tailored, me and Action rapping Al be f**ing with the fader, sipping mind eraser Actually, we rapping for the f** of it Taking money from you, gonna smack you out in public We the Republican government, abundance of substance Having consumption to f** a b**h You're Banana Republic fit, go s** a dick! And your b**h looking like Cousin Itt, the ugliest [Hook: Action Bronson] I said it must be the d** that got us thinking crazy sh** Groupie b**hes wild enough to s** a baby's dick Cadillacs is getting whipped a hundred eighty fifth Just for that sizzle, Gore-Tex in case of drizzle [Mac Miller] I said it must be the d** that got us thinking crazy sh** 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? [Verse 2: Action Bronson] Yo, I don't perform unless the money's in my pocket first After rapping take my people out for octopus We all deserve it; dedication to the fam Don't 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 chips, hit another trip sh**, I'm on some sh** Hand's f**ing hotter than a leather in the 6 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, dawggy ‘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 [Hook] [Verse 3: Mac Miller] b**h I'm nodding off, I'm hot as wasabi 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** what you did, just show me results [Verse 4: Action Bronson] Yo, I'm a 635 dipper, fly mothaf**a Leather to the foot, horses, I lead 'em to the brook If you locked, 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 mothaf**in' faking that I get a fade and then I fade to black Bet on the Razorbacks I hold the multi-colored flavored gat – blat! [Bridge: Mac Miller] I said it must be the d**, I said it must be the d** I said it must be the d**, I said it must be the d** I said it must be the d**, I said it must be the d** I said it must be the d**, I said it must be the d** [Outro: Loaded Lux] You was Easy Mac with the cheesy raps Who the f** is Mac Miller? This name says "Crack dealing trap n***a slash cap peeler Back with a black stripper Ass thicker than a snack wrap snicker, too fat to snap zippers" In half is what I'll do to Mac Miller Now my mind's first track figured A n***a who treats his yak richer than elixir, taps liquor Then pa** 'til it goes around the room, like his casket finna Oh, you Mac Miller? The fact's filtered in the snapped picture My man Jack ripped over Google like Jack the Ripper You who I'm finna murder, this brunette b**h Get pumped like a flat fixed to become a flat fixture A rap figure that look like you hacked Twitter I'll show you, Beastie Boy You can't match your k**er with that wigger I'd rather attack Tigger or Jack Thriller He got track fillers for a album If he had Jigga on an ad-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 strucking blows, bloody nose for your honey rolls 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***a, give me that sh**! I liked you better when you was Easy Mac with the cheesy raps – who the f** is Mac Miller?