Mac Miller - Freestyle on Big Boi Radio lyrics

[Verse 1: Mac Miller] Well, who is he? I be the meanest, putting Jesus' pieces on a fetus The Lord taketh and he keepeth, one of many masterpieces I'm, rolling up the weed, and feasting on gorditas Your b**h a junkie, always s**ing on somebodies penis Ooo, I'm eatin' generals, so it's chicken off the fine china I put my dick inside your b**h and say the our father Young Moses, part Wahlberg Head Wrapped, car bomber d**h trap, dark slider Jump, I motherf**ing got ya, once I dropped ya Who's hot? I moonwalk the Jungle GYM Do not try to stop, cause you not gon' f** with him I'm rumblin' with countrymen Do it for the USA First you get the money, then the fame, then you get paid Allayboomyay! Come with superhuman strength All this for the music's sake But I'm getting stupid paid Get ahead or lose a leg Never did the funeral fake To be great, you await Everybody lets eat cake! [Hook: Big Boi] And ya don't and ya don't and ya don't stop [Verse 2: Mac Miller] Uh, I'm sipping liquor 'til my liver pop And playing tennis with cinder blocks I'm in the spot Chillin' with some nympho thots Landed on the Planet Rock Man to God, Hammerhead Shark in human camouflage God damn, I'm on Understand the plan is strong Lead singer, came with Keith Richards, brought the band along I'm pretty zen, lady Head spinning, it's 1080 They say that I went crazy, but love me when the check clear Red beard See into the future, fear the end near b**h, I want it all, I will not give you not a cent here This is not pretend, I'm trynna pay some pricey rent here It's no words Send in Goldberg and you gon' get speared Do the most, I'm the host, and the special guest here It's a f**ing party started, everybody get weird Take your pants off, move your body, you can dance around I got you sh**ting in your pants, you wearing pampers now Mean flow, hittin' free throws Shoot em' granny style Came a long way from rocking hand-me-downs Err-Err, Fresh I said the world is just a big gazebo So, baby, let's get married in it [Hook] [Verse 3: Mac Miller] Well, mornin' Mr. McCormick Mister should have been aborted Mister Mighty Morphing s**m Might absorb this Nike fortune Money makes me feel important, like some type of vital organ Rich people give poor advice, never could afford it Walk into the j**elry store Spendin' all my money What did I do this for? p**y on my mustache Never clean it up cause I'm a dumba**