Salamander

[Mac Miller]
[Intro]
Put your hands up if you feel like you a salamander (Me, me, me, me)
You ain't no human, you a salamander (Eoh a salamander)
Put your hands up if you feel like (feel like.. a f*ckin spaz)
You a motherf*cking form of energy (Huuauggh)
(Woah, woah; throughout) You ain't even , these electrons
These bones just keeping it all together
We full of spirits, look..

[Verse 1]
American born, welcome to my stomping grounds (It'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
Didn't have the patience to be top of the class at my graduation (f*ck that sh*t)
Little pervert infatuated with masturbation
Couldn't wait to bust a nut, watching porn, in love with sl*ts (titties!)
Rusty trumpets and such, disgusting sleezy sh*t
12 years old sexual deviant, got my p*nis licked in 7th grade (ah huh!)
Thought I was a man now (ah 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 (Woah)
Used to wonder all bout heaven and hell
Witnessed death at a young age
I said to myself, we all mortals (Woah)
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 lie, you'll see the pearly gates (huaaah)
f*ck philosophical, back to the diabolical
Binocular 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 underappreciated
Until I (click-clack) pow, blow my brains out (Gunshot-sound)
I need to stop paying attention to opinion sh*t
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 di*k out, give Britney the spear (haha)
Got some sh*t for your ears, it's something to be excited 'bout
Here to give you industry critics some sh*t to write about (yeauugh)
Me or you, who got the nicer house (hmm)
You got a daughter of age, might have to pipe her now (uuhh)
If Sean Price is mike Tyson now (b*tch)
I might as well turn my life around
And check these fools like Nike town (Yup)
But what would have happen if Lance would have 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 whillie whips looks like a panda
Word (tahaah) , sinister, administer bits of comic life
You bullsh*ttin' homie, go and get your economics right (money!)

[Chorus]
How many emcees wanna come and test me
My technique, weaving through this traffic on my jet ski (Don't be mad im 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 emcees wanna come and test me
My technique, weaving through this traffic on a jet ski (Hey! you suck my di*k)
I know that looks can be deceiving and my raps are so friendly, (Very nice!)
You emcee's commend me (Please tell me i'm good, makes me feel better)

[Outro]
With you little make pretend-steez (yeah you ain't real), bend the knees and deez nuts are in your mouth b*tch (Oh sh*t!)
f*cking on your couch b*tch (Oh sh*t!), bustin on your mothers comber button blouse b*tch (Wooo!.. Daamn)
Trying to get rid of me? This ain't Auschwitz (Wo woo woo, wheres this come from)
I pound b*tches in their ass I got brown di*k (Ohh ass f*cking ass f*cking)
You surrounded (Oh you surrounded)
Do you know of satan and announce his doings? (Do you?) Ruined, i'm out this (Do you?), you don't count my vote you better count this
(Biaach)