Tha World Iz Mine – Mac Miller

Aye, wassup, boys? This is Mr. Krane, hop up in my car and tell my chaffeur to the top, bitch!

My name K-RZA, who the f*** are you?
The modern rap GZA, king of the YouTube
Don’t think about future, and who the f*** cares?
You little ki-ke-dy-ke bitches hate me when I swear
You want me to apologize? Go suck your doggy’s dick
Get lots of threats in my address, my rhyme so fuc*** sick
And I’m so ill, I am like Pirlo spitting free kick
Or like Mr. Shady, put your muthafuckin’ ass to sleep
It’s time to start the adult life, join the big rich town, break your fuc*** neck, hijack the crown
Get drunk every fuc*** day, see me naked, bitch? Press the play
I’m a sick muthafucka that is rated R, please believe, I wanna become a real star
I want to shine witta muthafuckin’ bottle and a gun, aw, shit, you fuckin’ scratch my scar!
I put a piece of yayo in my nosehold, you put my homie d-down your throat
I’m drowning in my swimming pool, please let me fuc*** go ba-back to school
Aw, f*** it, here comes time for hook, you gotta fuc*** hear it, bitches, look
You see my trophies, you see my chain? I won them all, cuz I’m Mr. Krane!

I’mma f*** the world, you can put this in your lap
Rap until my lips go numb, I ain’t plan on looking back
If you take my phone I’mma throw you on the carpet
Take you out and throw you in the cage, there you can starve, bitch
I’mma f*** the world, you can put this in your lap
Rap until my lips go numb, I ain’t plan on looking back
If you take my phone I’mma throw you on the carpet
If you take my papers I’mma mark you as a target, bitch

All I do is win so I don’t think I shoulda back down
Take a final bow, take out my gun and blow your jam, fowl
Spoil my reputation with some murders of the fan-suckers
That came to my party looking like some hipsta-muh-fuckas
I crack another Jackey bottle, pour it up, light a bluntie, seduce a model
Rough sex, ass-rape, this bitch wanna blow up my tape
Get paid every fuc*** night, you the realest, you know what I like
PS4, G5 Jet, fly as hell, you know what I get
Got 100 problems and a bitch ain’t one, she got a diamond, I got a gun
The massacre nearby the church – the best destiny this fuc*** world deserves
I’m sure I gotta burn in hell – but ‘fore that I go to Cluckin’ Bell
Take that hu-ge 45, take a mic and say the shit you like
“I started from the bottom, now I run the game, got money, guns, sluts, friends & fame
I ain’t leaving, bitch, ain’t playing, I keep it rappin’, you know what I’m saying?
Let’s throw the party, twerk it from left to the right, you gotta make my Goldie sh-shi-ne bright
Your host for evening is Mr. Krane, and I say “Fuck you!”, have a nice day, biatch!”

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