Salamander Mac Miller

[Intro: Mac Miller & David Letterman]
Funkmaster Flex night
Yeah, yo
Put your hands up if you feel like you a salamander
(Salamander; me, me, me, me) You ain't no human
You a salamander (Salamander; I'm a salamander)
(I'm on Red Bull and coffee right now)
Put your hands up if you feel like (Feel like; so I'm finna spaz)
You a motherfuckin' form of energy
(Hargh) You ain't even—these (Woah, woah; electrons)
These bones just keepin' it all together (Woah, woah, woah, woah)
But you full of spirits, look, uh (Woah, woah, woah)

[Verse]
American born, welcome to my stompin' grounds (What'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 (Imagination)
Didn't have the patience to be top of the class at my graduation (Fuck that shit)
Little pervert infatuated with masturbation
Couldn't wait to bust a nut, watchin' porn, in love with sluts (Titties)
Rusty trumpets and such, disgusting sleazy shit
Twelve-year-old sexual deviant, got my penis licked
In seventh grade (Uh-huh), thought I was a man now (Uh-huh)
Couldn't understand how my parents still thought I was a little kid (Okay)
I had the mind of a hundred-nine-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'll be good, never break the law, you'll see the pearly gates (Huaaah)
Fuck philosophical, back to the diabolical
Binoculars couldn't see my skills, I'm way too ill for that (I'm way too ill for that)
I feel my raps will be underrated and under-appreciated
Until I (*Click-clack*) pow, blow my brains out (*Gunshot*; pow)
I need to stop payin' attention to opinion shit
I rather be the pen that come and sign your death certificate (Certificate)
Kill your career if you just give me a year (Yep)
The X Factor, whip my dick out, give Britney the spear (Haha)
Got some shit for your ears, it's somethin' to be excited 'bout
Here to give you industry critics some shit to write about (Yeah)
Me or you, who got the nicer house? (Hmm)
You got a daughter of age? Might have to pipe her now (Uh)
If Sean Price is Mike Tyson now (Bitch)
I might as well turn my life around and check these fools like Nike town (Yep)
What would have happened if Lance had never biked a mile?
I was blind, but I'm seein' 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 (Pow)
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, Willy Whips looks like a panda, word (Tahaha)
Sinister, administer bits of comic life
You bullshittin', homie, go and get your economics right (Money)