Aliens Fighting Robots Mac Miller (Ft. Sir Michael Rocks)

[Intro: Sir Michael Rocks & Mac Miller]
I think this is yours
Uh (Hahaha, hahaha)
That works too
Anyway
Guess who it is, everybody

[Verse 1: Mac Miller]
Y'all is dead weight, less great, always gettin' second place
I tend to race ahead of pace, dippin' while I'm dressed in Bape
Then they chase, catch me if you can, I ain't DiCaprio
This lucid dream will have you go like half a dose of Adderall
Capicola sandwiches are tasty from Primanti's
I'm a 5'7" giant, Brandon Jacobs, Eli Manning
Girls with makeup get demanding, but they fake like orange tanning
So my girl and I be up like we some college students cramming
For a test that we ain't study for, wonder will she love me more
With money, 'cause if not, I'm not sure what all this money for
Feelin' like a hundred wars are goin' on currently
Soldiers sent to death on some jets for the currency
Poison, take this mercury, I'll teach you for a learner's fee
How to turn your girlfriend to a circus freak
Cool by the word of Keith, fabric by the hand of Zeus
Actin' like you fuckin' with me, that's some shit I can't excuse
Focus is on manual, control the panoramic view, universe
You got a chance, don't blow it like how a tuba works
I plan to do somethin' that ain't tangible
Now I'm 'bout to hand it to the homie Mikey (Michael) Rocks
Hear what he sayin' to you