NEBRASKA (9/6/12)

[Verse 1: Mac Miller] Yeah, I'm eating shawarma, doing drawings of Chewbacca Bumping Flocka, fuck the drama Marijuana been as calming as the fucking Dalai Lama Your style common as a little league sponsor from retarded kids' fathers I'm at meetings shaking hands and adding commas to my net worth Talk about my money, please, some feelings might just get hurt This the same effect, and less words Chilling with this asshole who calls himself Sweatshirt (That's me, it's ya boy) This might be some of my best work (Indeed) Let these bitches dive in, head first Applying pressure when I put together letters I'm a king, I'm a myth, beat a bitch down with my scepter These hidden treasures feeling better than a million sweaters in Alaska Your raps are corny as Nebraska Lacksa-daisical bars, my throwaways will trash ya High as NASA on acetone, acid foam Talking trash like John McEnroe You a little bitch, that's what the fucking Cabbage Patch is for (That's what is for) Watch me smack a ho, turn around and catapult Up above my castle's moat, right into my fucking throne (Throne) They like, "damn, Mac, what the fuck you on? (The fuck you on?)" [Hook] Drugs, thugs, killers, goons, saints, evil, wise, fools, highs, lows, bitches, hoes [Verse 2: Vince Staples] Hell's chariot creeping Her exposure's indecent Roll is similar to bakers' dough, a bun in the oven Karma couldn't make her save it though Just playing my music, you see I speak to her endangered soul God's son, dick in the dirt because the manger broke Bitch, I really go bumping tonight Whether wrong or right, we rushing them right You know it's never been much for a fight But I don't really wanna be that nigga I black out, and you don't really wanna see that, nigga I mapped out my plan the best that I could to get rich, and put on for the rest of my hood You know it make us think revenge when the recipe cook Shoot the leader in the head, leave the rest of em' shook "I rap better than most these rap veterans" Words so real that they had to be said again Speak sedatives, set a date and we can set it off Pray I never let that weapon off [Hook] Drugs, thugs, killers, goons, saints, evil, wise, fools, highs, lows, bitches, hoes [Verse 3: Earl Sweatshirt] Sober for a sec, but I'm done, so I write easier That weapon make a peppermint out of that white tee If you coming, then godspeed you, you sonning me Don't speak to me crooked, I'm stunting Look at me Ma, it's no hand outs Sweaty want the dumb cash, I'm done with bus riding She made the mistake for thinking he gave a fuck 'bout her Tell him duck down or get drug out the back door Flow got the mouth doing duties like the Task Force Doobie and a passport, standing where the path forks Quick to grab your bitch's wrist and get the shit I ask for Wang Trashy as bitches and two Garmins, we switching through lanes Handling business on my side of the line where they ain't having it You know that sweet talk is cheap Niggas ain't talking, that's regardless what the docket read Stop and stare, it's really him Fresh from out the piggy pen If I die tonight, then tell my mom I was a pretty bitch City burning [Hook]