Mac Miller — Pen Game

[Intro: Mac Miller & Skyzoo] Yo, P.A. to B.K Skyzoo, Easy Mac, Pittsburgh to NYC I love money, I love money (Yeah) [?] you take a buck from me, you Doug Funnie (Y'all know what it is) I said I love money, I love money (Listen, check it, one-two) You take a buck from me, better duck, dummy (Yo) (What up, Mac?) [Verse 1: Mac Miller] With my man Skyzoo (Yo,) it's the class clown of his high school Drown you in typhoons, hittin' you with rhyme too (What's good?) These haters keep they eyes glued, pound if you my dude (Yo, what up?) We stay high like Einstein's IQ And y'all ma'fuckers know where I'm comin from' Chewin' cats up, like a lil' piece of bubblegum (Bubblegum) Tryin' double sum's, hustle, wanna let my money run I ain't even battlin' dude, I'm having fun with 'im (Haha) Jokes make him feel wrong in his own skin Sippin' gin from a bin that's makin' my dome spin (Dome spin) And you the type to try and take from your own kin Feel it close on your toes, hangin' by clothes pins I'm spittin blades, Goddamn it, my tooth hurts A mouth filled with a bunch of cancerous tumors Yup, music's my baby, I ain't gon' lose her So I stay with a radio, like Cuba Gooding Junior (You know) [Scratches] "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" "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 to what the kings made And in the blink of an eye I'm on the king's page But no album, this is all off of the mixtapes, and In a different lane, no signs of road rage 'Cause ain't nobody over here to rage wit', there's no gains No sleep, no retreat, no surrender No apologies from me, I'm the penner of the penners I mean what I speak, so if I givin' you a sentence Then it be's what it be's, nothing hid on the agenda You leave it up to me, and you can divy up your team Put your pride in the air and I'm dismembering your members The heart of the city, the startin' 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' [Scratches] "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" "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 3: Mac Miller] Yo, look, yo I rip mics to pieces, cook 'em or eat 'em raw (Raw) Was bustin' freestyles before I could read at all (Haha) MCs just call me the monster in their mind That'll haunt 'em all the time and they thought that if they rhyme They could make the situation lil' different then the present (What?) See, I fucked this track, worried that I got it pregnant I'm haulin' ass, y'all is whack, taking out the garbage, trash Duckin' from these sharks and crabs, givin' MCs heart attacks It's your 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 the tank 'til they faint Suffocating, now you choke, you a broke MC And there ain't nothing left to do but just smoke up your weed like... [Scratches] "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" "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"