Mac Miller - Salamander lyrics

Funkmaster Flex night, yeah, yo
Put your hands up if you feel like
You a salamander
(Me, me, me, me) , you ain't no human
You a salamander (I'm a salamander)
Put your hands up if you feel like
I'm all Red Bull and coffee right now
So I'm finna spaz
(Feel like) You a motherfucking
Form of energy hargh
You ain't even, these whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Electrons, these bones just keeping
It all together whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
But, you full of spirit's, look, uh

American born, welcome to my stomping grounds
(What's good) in point breeze
Where I used to walk around my father's house
(Oh) older brother used to always
Say I was adopted
Convinced I'm a Russian foster child
My family forgot about (Damn)
Curious toddler, such imagination
(Imagination)
Didn't have the patience to be top
Of the class at my graduation
(Fuck that shit)
Little pervert infatuated with masturbation
Couldn't wait to bust a nut, watching porn
In love with sluts (Titties)
Rusty trumpets and such
Disgusting sleezy shit
12-year-old sexual deviant
Got my penis licked in seventh grade
(Uh, huh) thought I was a man now (Uh, huh)
Couldn't understand how my
Parents still thought i was a little kid
(Okay)
I had the mind of a 109-year-old elder man
The passion of the Christ and
The memory of an elephant (Whoa)
Used to wonder all 'bout heaven and hell
Witnessed death at a young age
I said to myself we all mortals
(Whoa) we leave this world into eternal life
Other kids of different religions
Wonder which person's right (You never know)
Worry 'bout your fate
No separation of church and state
You be good, never break the law
You'll see the pearly gates (Huaaah)
Fuck philosophical, back to the diabolical
Binoculars couldn't see my skills
I'm way too ill for that
(I'm way to ill for that)
I feel my raps will
Be underrated and under-appreciated until I
(Click-clack) pow
Blow my brains out (Gunshot)
I need to stop paying
Attention to opinion shit
I rather be the pen that come
And sign your death certificate
(Certificate)
Kill your career if you give me a year (Yep)
The X Factor, whip my dick out
Give Britney the spear (Haha)
Got some shit for your ears
It's something to be excited 'bout
Here to give you industry critics
Some shit to write about (yeah)
Me or you, who got the nicer house? (Hm-m)
You got a daughter of age? Might
Have to pipe her now (Uh)
If Sean Price is Mike Tyson now (Bitch)
I might as well turn my life around
And check these fools like Nike town (Yep)
What would have happened if Lance
Had never biked a mile? I was blind
But I'm seeing like a psychic now (Uh, huh)
I know the future like Atlanta (Lanta)
I knock it out the park like
My name was Joey Randa (How?)
Ball like (What?) Miguel Cabrera (Okay)
Or Garciaparra (Okay)
Sail the French Riviera and
My camera panorama (Woo)
This radiation, sample the gamma (Gamma)
I look like money, Willy Whips
Looks like a panda, word
(Tahaha)
Sinister, administer bit's of comic life
You bullshittin', homie
Go and get your economics right (Money)

How many MCs wanna come and
Test me and my technique?
Weaving through this traffic on my jet ski
(Don't be mad, I'm way better)
Looks can be deceiving and my
Raps are so friendly (Ah, they're so nice)
Oh, yes, my raps are so friendly (So polite)
How many MCs who wanna come and
Test me and my technique
Weaving through this traffic on a jet ski
(Hey, you suck my dick)
I know that looks can be deceiving
And my raps are so friendly
(Very nice) So you MCs commend me

Please tell me I'm good, makes me feel better
Witcha little make pretend-steez
Yeah, you ain't real
You bend the knees and then deez
Nuts are in your mouth bitch (Oh shit)
Fucking on your couch bitch (Oh shit)
Bustin' on your mothers comber
Button blouse bitch (Woo, damn)
Trying to get rid of me? This ain't Auschwitz
Wow, wow, wow, that's a little
I pound bitches in their ass
'til I got brown dick
(Ou, ass fucking, ass fucking)
You surrounded (Oh, you surrounded)
Do you know of satan and denounce his
Doings? (Do you?) Ruined, I'm out this (Do you?)
You don't count my vote
You better count this biatch