Skyzoo - Pen Game lyrics

[Intro] I love money, I love money You take a buck from me, you Doug Funnie I said I love money, I love money You take a buck from me, better duck dummy [Verse 1: Mac Miller] With my man Skyzoo, it's the cla** clown of his high school Drown you in typhoons, hittin' you with rhymes too Haters keeps their eyes glued, pound if you my dude We stay high like Einstein's IQ And y'all muther f**as know where I'm comin from Chewin' cats up, like a little piece of bubble gum Tryin double sum's, hustle, wanna let my money run I ain't even battling dude, I'm having fun with it Jokes make him feel wrong in his own skin Sippin gin from a bin that's makin' my dome spin And you the type that'd try to take from your own kin Feel it close on your toes, hangin' by clothes pins I'm spittin blades, God damn it, my tooth hurts A mouth filled with a bunch of cancerous tumors Yup, music's my baby, I ain't gonna lose her So I stay with a radio, like Cuba Gooding Junior [Hook] (x2) Who you think could body me lyrically? In the middle of Alaska I'll write a heater My worst verse hot as your best rhyme, damn The pen game insane [Verse 2: Skyzoo] I'm one drink away from everything you meant to say Like I think he on the rise of what the kings made And in the blink of an eye I'm on the king's page But no album, this is all for the mixtapes In a different lane, no signs of road rage, cause ain't nobody over here to rage quit, so no gains No sleep, no retreat, no surrender, no apologies from me I'm the pen of the penners I mean what I speak, so if I given you a sentence Then it be's what it be's, nothing hit on the agenda You leave it up to me, and you can divy up the team Put your pride in the air and I'm dismembering your members The heart of the city, the star point guard, that can play up to the fall So the parts is all gone, no room on the bench And I got a no trade clause, so I'm here, long haul, no switchin' [Hook] [Verse 3: Mac Miller] Look, I rip mics to pieces, cook 'em or eat 'em raw I was bustin' freestyles before I could read at all MCs just call me the monster in their mind that haunt them all the time And they thought if they could rhyme they could make the situation a lil different then the present See, I f**ed this track, worried that I got her pregnant I'm haulin a**, y'all is whack, taking out the garbage, trash Duckin' from these sharks and crabs, giving MCs heart attacks Its yo' boy Mac, damn I'm great, and you gets, no love like a man with AIDS I fill you dancin' gays with some hand grenades, drop bombs, remove your hands and legs And I pray; dear Lord please give me the strength, not put these little snakes in their taint 'till they faint Suffocating, now you choke, you a broke MC, now ain't nothing to do but smoke your weed like... [Hook]