[Part I]

[Intro: Mac Miller]

Yeah

Haha

[Verse 1: Mac Miller]

Uh, think I can see a fuckin' halo (Halo), about to meet my maker

Brought a double cup of Drano (Drano), some soda for the flavor

Uncontrollable behavior with some psychopathic tendencies

Lonely as your neighbor with the bitches, he got special needs (Sheesh)

Word to my denim fiends, I'm Kennedy on ecstasy

My flavor from the nature, need an acre for my recipe (Please)

They got my soul, but I don't let 'em take the rest of me

My melody, a little like Kenny G's, it's heavenly

And my denim tailored (Tailored), me and Action rappin'

Al be fuckin' with the fader (Fader), sippin' mind eraser

Actually, we rappin' for the fuck of it

Takin' money from you, gonna smack you out in public

You the Republican government

Abundance of substance, have a consumption to fuck a bitch (*Woman moans*)

With your Banana Republic fit, go suck a dick

And your bitch lookin' like Cousin Itt, the ugliest

[Chorus: Action Bronson & Mac Miller]

I said it must be the drugs that got us thinkin' crazy shit (Woo)

(I said it must be the drugs)

Groupie bitches wild enough to suck a baby's dick

(I said it must be the drugs)

Cadillacs is gettin' whipped a hundred eighty-fifth

(I said it must be the drugs)

Just for that sizzle, Gore-Tex in case of drizzle

(I said it must be the drugs)

I said it must be the drugs that got us thinkin' crazy shit

(I said it must be the drugs)

Lookin' up into the clouds where the angels sit

(I said it must be the drugs)

They lookin' down, keepin' watch 'til I'm dead

(I said it must be the drugs)

So how'd I get this red dot on my head? (My head)

(I said it must be the drugs)

[Verse 2: Action Bronson]

Yo, I don't perform unless the money's in my pocket first (Never)

After rappin', take my people out for octopus (Spanish)

We all deserve it, dedication to the fam' (Uh, uh)

Don't hold your hand out for nothin' if you claim to be my man, damn

You see me peelin' off a whip like when your mother strip (Strip)

Blow the dice, roll them shits, hit another trip (King Crack)

Shit, I'm on some shit

Hands are fuckin' hotter than the leather in the 6 in the summertime (Uh)

Understand I'm only rhymin' for this son of mine

And so my daughter can be a lawyer and reap the spoils

We ate the tuna, it's suede Puma

My look is Jay Buhner, doggy, 'cause some of us just age sooner (I'm goin', man)

I'm still twisted, rockin' lizards from a strange river (River)

Forbidden jungle in the joint paper

Point shaver, check the bio (Bio)

I fixed the game between Kentucky and Miami of Ohio, I been wild

[Chorus: Action Bronson & Mac Miller]

I said it must be the drugs that got us thinkin' crazy shit (Woo)

(I said it must be the drugs)

Groupie bitches wild enough to suck a baby's dick

(I said it must be the drugs)

Cadillacs is gettin' whipped a hundred eighty fifth

(I said it must be the drugs)

Just for that sizzle, Gore-Tex in case of drizzle

(I said it must be the drugs)

I said it must be the drugs that got us thinkin' crazy shit

(I said it must be the drugs)

Lookin' up into the clouds where the angels sit

(I said it must be the drugs)

They lookin' down, keepin' watch 'til I'm dead

(I said it must be the drugs)

So how'd I get this red dot on my head? (My head)

(I said it must be the drugs)

[Verse 3: Mac Miller]

Uh, uh

Bitch, I'm noddin' off, I'm hot as wasabi sauce

And constantly givin' y'all a bit of this ambiance

I was a minor chasin' after vagina

None of my friends were fake, but none of my clothes designer

Went from posted on stoops (Stoops) to smokin' on roofs (Roofs)

I came from that basement, now look at this view (View)

Makin' this money (Money), blowin' it all (All)

Fuck what you did (Did), just show me results (Results)

[Verse 4: Action Bronson]

Yo, I'm a 635 dipper, fly motherfucker

Leather to the foot, horses, I led 'em to the brook

If you locked, then keep the chisel in the book

I see a lion in the mirror when I look

Look, I lose money, but I make it back

I keep it true and ain't no motherfuckin' fakin' that

I get a fade and then I fade to black

Bet on the Razorbacks, I hold the multi-colored flavored gat

Blat!

[Outro: Mac Miller]

I said it must be the drugs

I said it must be the drugs

I said it must be the drugs

I said it must be the drugs

I said it must be the drugs

I said it must be the drugs

I said it must be the drugs

I said it must be the drugs

[Part II]

[Verse: Loaded Lux]

You was Easy Mac with the cheesy raps

Who the fuck is Mac Miller?

This name says "Crack dealin' trap nigga slash cap peeler

Back with a black stripper

Ass thicker than a snack wrap snicker, too fat to snap zippers"

In half is what I'll do to Mac Miller

Now my mind's first track figured

A nigga who treats his yak richer than elixir, taps liquor

Then pass 'til it goes around the room, like his casket finna

Oh, you Mac Miller?

The fact's filtered in the snapped picture

My man Jack ripped over Google like Jack the Ripper

You-hoo! I'm finna murder this brunette bitch

Get pumped like a flat fixed to become a flat fixture

A rap figure that look like you hacked Twitter

I'll show you beastie, boy

You can't match a killer with that, wigger

I'd rather attack Tigger or Jack Thriller

He got track fillers for a album

If he had Jigga on an ad-sticker

Wouldn't go cat litter where I'm from, Malcolm

I knock the thoughts off your balcony, King

You're from a home of funny bones

Not like quite the one I've known

You look like, before you punched in flows

You were struckin' blows, bloody nose for your honey roll

In the lunchroom gettin' yo money stole

You a bully's best day ever, with them Nikes on your feet

Comin' through Blue Slide Park

I'm gon' rob this chump

On a party on Fifth Ave like he Donald Trump

Nigga, give me that shit!

I liked you better when you was Easy Mac with the cheesy raps

Who the fuck is Mac Miller?