ฟังเพลงSuplexes Inside of Complexes and Duplexes (Explicit)

Suplexes Inside of Complexes and Duplexes (Explicit) - Mac Miller

This is madness madness

This is an outrage an outrage

As a matter of fact this is outrageous

Outrageous

Yeah young sire slap the **** out Jon Cryer

Rough rider raw bust inside a vagina

Like I want kids

My head continues to be haunted

I burn a city down while

I'm unconscious baby go on

Take some quaaludes

Conversate with Jesus

Batting practice with

The ************* ghost of Babe Ruth

Do as a saint do

Turn painful to graceful

Devil on my trails

I'm trying to find the Holy Grail

Right there

And if Mars is the farthest

That man has set his target

Then I don't know why I even started

I'm sick of being too nice

To people who don't do **** but consume light

Told myself **** the world kid

Just do what you like

Go and have a food fight

Start yourself a new life

You're too bright to be inside a bunch of mediocrity

But all those big words ain't gonna get you paid

And those abstract ideas for sure won't get you laid

You got it made in that mad house

What the **** you got to be sad about

Go ahead a rap now do what you do best I mean

That's what you do best matter fact ************

You suit vest you need to buy a new dress

I heard you and your girl live in a duplex

I'm a put her a*s in a Suplex

The sun east the moon west

You got a clue what does a clue get

Nothing

My milk and honey

My Cherie-Cherie Amour

My Cinderella in her

Carriage by the doorway

Her ruby slipper made the

Wizard send the scarecrow

And the lion through the forest

To the wicked witch's fortress

Where she scorched them in the foreplay

Remember that he said he'd

Fight the box to see the wizard

When he was visited by Dorothy

Who came here on a blizzard

Now the whole world's in color still

How Auntie 'em was next

Of kin and not her mother

Real her face was care-worn

I suspected she migrated to

Kansas up from Dearborn

And had beef with Mrs Gulch

She's the very beginning of year one

One one

Mr Candyman the parables parabolic

The poetry's like the poems

And songs of Ecclesiastes

Lightning should strike the

Stone and then Moses should make a tablet

Judge will bang the wood

Up in parliament with the mallet

And yell hear hear

Finally some order to this rap ****

Finally some sort of water

To soil these cracked lips

I keep my **** crispy and elegant

So miss me with the irrelevant

The God body is heaven-sent

The hard-body is reverence

Since the son of byford

Brother of fal every rhyme's halal

Every line is kosher

Livin' la vida loca

Shout out to Tony Toca

We ballin' like we supposed to