Let me tell you a little bit about myself,
Now my mother’s best friend was a doctor,
A therapist in fact, so it makes sense why my initials are MAC,
And that’s probably why I should be on the same shelf as Prozac,
No match maker necessary,
I aint romantically stupid,
Yesterday my love was code blue, today I’m engaged to cupid,
Doing my new shit like no one was using my music for fusion,
So abusive with this pen in my hand I should get arrested for flowetry like conduct,

What you don’t think I’m a raw f*ck?
Come sit under my lap and tell me how my balls look,
You all hook and no game,
I’m so dang mellow but I rip a fella to jello with my acapella,
Till his face turn yellow,
Like the urine in his catheter,
Before during and afterwards,
And it has to hurt to be the only one without a role model,
You can ask me,
That’s why I’m taking lithium all the way to Chicago

© 2012 Crawdad/Crawford

Mac Lyrics

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