Boo! (Interlude) – Mac Miller

[Produced by DJ Clockwork]

Like clockwork, like..clockwork

Well it’s the maniac with zany raps, made millions off of baby Mac
My brain, it ain’t attached, you love me? It’s a little late for that
They gave my crazy ass a label, everything is rated X
I’m far beyond divorced middle aged men who pay for sex
I work like I ain’t made it yet, deserve this motherfuckin’ paper
Get a Kit-Kat, break it in half, save one for later
Death to any traitor that’s a Benedict Arnold
I be wildin’, goin’ broke at international car shows
I’m a lawn mower, mad face get redder than a dog boner
Thank God I got sober, pot smoker, top roller, thought holder
Was a little kid until I got older
Wild since a child, pulled my file out of God’s folder
Now let me talk slower, you can understand me now
We the originators, your style hand-me-down
They got me turnin’ up, the amp is loud
The apocalypse is comin’, so we campin’ out at Grannies house
Dancin’ with a bitch and pull her panties down, it’s bush league
I love a little nature, addin’ flavor to the pu***
People tend to overlook me and my agent overbooked me
I’mma get it while the gettin’ good, feel better than forever
I’m National Treasure like Nicolas Cage
I’m a shelter for these animals, got bitches for days
She be feedin’ on my semen and it’s cinnamon glaze
I tell her keep it or delete it, it’s the digital age
Now I’m muscle buildin’ just so I can juggle children daily
I’m fuc*** up in the head a bit, I’m Rumplestilskin crazy
These bitches gettin’ wet when I pull up in a Mercedes
Bitch I be with Mr. T, I’m simply the fuckin’ A-Team
Make dreams reality
Say hi when you see me, my hello is a formality
I’m comin’ with a cavalry
Of motherfuck*** trained from watching Braveheart battle scenes
Waste of space and we paint our faces like it’s Hallowe’en

[Outro](Repeat)
Boo!