Funkmaster Flex - Salamander lyrics

[Mac Miller] Put your hands up if you feel like you a salamander Me, me, me You ain't no human, you a salamander Put your hands up if you feel like You a motherf**ing form of energy You ain't even, these electrons These bones just keeping it all together We full of spirits, look American born, welcome to my stomping grounds In point breeze, where I used to walk around my father's house Older brother used to always say I was adopted Convinced I'm a Russian foster child my family forgot about Curious toddler, such imagination Didn't have the patience to be top of the cla** at my graduation Little pervert infatuated with masturbation Couldn't wait to bust a nut, watch some p**n and love the s*uts Rusty trumpets and such, disgusting sleezy sh** 12 years old s**ual deviant, got my penis licked in 7th grade Thought I was a man now Couldn't understand how my parents still thought I was a little kid I had the mind of a 109 year old elder man The pa**ion of the Christ and the memory of an elephant Used to wonder all bout heaven and hell Witnessed d**h at a young age I said to myself, we all mortals We leave this world into eternal life Other kids of different religion wonder which person's right Worry bout your fate, no separation of church and state You be good, never break the law, you'll see the pearly gates f** philosophical, back to the diabolical Binocular couldn't see my sk**s, I'm way too ill for that I feel my raps will be underrated and underappreciated Until I pow, blow my brains out I need to stop paying attention to opinion sh** I rather be the pen that come and sign your d**h certificate k** your career if you give me a year The X Factor, whip my dick out, give Britney the spear Got some sh** for your ears, it's something to be excited 'bout Here to give you industry critics some sh** to write about Me or you, who got the nicer house You got a daughter of age, might have to pipe her now If Sean Price is mike Tyson now I might as well turn my life around And check these fools like Nike town But what would have happen if Lance would have never biked a mile I was blind, but I'm seeing like a psychic now I know the future like Atlanta I knock it out the park like my name was Joey Randa Ball like Miguel Cabrera or Garciaparra Saw the French Riviera in my camera panorama This radiation, sample the gamma I look like money whillie whips looks like a panda Word, sinister, administer bits of comic life You bullsh**tin' homie, go and get your economics right (money!) How many emcees wanna come and test me My technique, weaving through this traffic on my jet ski Looks can be deceiving and my raps are so friendly (ah they're so nice) Yeah my raps are so friendly (so polite) How many emcees wanna come and test me My technique, weaving through this traffic on my jet ski I know that looks can be deceiving and my raps are so friendly, ah they're so nice Yeah my raps are so friendly, so polite