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[Intro: Mac
Around a doing a thunder dance
You know what's a word? Underpants
go to Syria and have a war
Stop fucking calling me
not my name, well kinda
It's kind of my
(A bit louder)

[Verse 1: Mac
Yeah, so I sold the mansion and moved to my mom's
was a blockbuster but now it's a cult classic
Smoke I'm asthmatic, embracing my bad habits
Travelling down the hall, I'm chasing a fast
Well that's acid, still weird my last tablet
I love like a folk but fuck like a crack addict
Practicing black magic and watching some car
a dick pic and sent it to Bob Saget (I'm a faggot)
Word, the have landed
I panic in my fortress made of granite
Take life for granted, probably when it ends
Thank God I'm again

Treejay]
Run away, run
Run, run, run
Oh my...

[Verse 2: Mac
Who let the out?
what you're doing and put 'em back in the doghouse
I wasn't human, I'm feeling I'm a god now
But most of the time I don't to know what I'm talking 'bout
Bitch, I'm a walking, crocodile
a picture with my mom and crop her out
Go to her house, up, and lock her out
(Sorry that)
I'm possibly a phony, don't me
You tell that I'm so lonely from the TV
I hate cause I'm a white rapper
I hate white rappers but an industry of kite masters made me
Short-shorts and high
I feel like chalk a sidewalk
in the 'burgh I'mma eat at my favorite Thai spot
And smile as the hungry eyes

[Verse 3: Mac
Yeah, still having sex blind people (it feel good)
say my pussy smell like pine needles (as it should)
Bust a nut in the poultry section at Eagle
Stare a chicken in the face like, bitch, eat you
Yea, I'm all of evil
mushrooms out in London trynna find the Beatles
I'm sick of people
Go back to saying, be a and kick it with Mr. Roedel
(That was my teacher)
Retina on my Macintosh
That's high jacking off
In LA to get me an acting job
my idol David Hasselhoff

[Interlude: Mac
Man, love David Hasselhoff
I hear they like David Hasselhoff more than they Jews
And love Jews out there

[Outro:
Runaway, catch a
I did, ooh
Ooh, ooh
Runaway, Runaway,
Ooh, ooh
Girl,
You better run