Monkeypalooza - Eazy Mac

Yeah

Doing this til I’m infamous

I put my heart in it, working harder than immigrants

I have the vision, the image on every bit of it

They sick of me killing em like I’m living where the prison is (Bitch)

Splitting up all the dividends, the queen Elizabeth several digits into my

kids' cribs (Bitch)

Businesses been on businesses

It’s infinite, the difference for my consistent with physicists (Yahh)

Yeah, It’s limitless how I did it, they visited my exhibit

And listening by the minute

Shout out to the haters thy sneak dissing in hieroglyphics

I don’t do no favors keep wishing that I would finish (Yeah, Yah)

On a mission with no assistance (No)

I hire everybody, direct em and then dismiss em

So if they think positions were written within the rhythm of the b-b-b-beat

I can always hit em with the le-le-le-le

Please give me munchies on my dill weed

On the chips roll a sausage blunt

Yeah I still need oxygen

Coughing to my coffin tell em fill these boxes with

All my drugs, every morning, pills keep popping em (*Pop*)

Police like release these hostages

I say «no, they need to feed me compliments»

Always leave the TV on and then

Always on a little bit of T3 Klonapin

International smashing hoes at the fashion show

Different actresses asking if Mac can lick their vaginal

Got the adderal thick, you bitch this is how it go

Lay down on the mattress and eat my kids Mrs. cannibal (*Chomping*)

The voice of this generation, the poison’s the pen and pages

From Boise and then New Haven

I’m coining all the new phrases that knowing since I got famous

The boy isn’t behaving, he going crazy in Vegas

Yeah

My worst enemy is myself

My first memory get the right help

My third felony when the night fell

I burnt every bridge I don’t like down

I hunt everything in my life now

I slurp Hennessy til the lights out

Hope I turn 70 in a nice house (Yah)

Pipe down or Beverley in a night gown

Yeah

Chasing dreams got the best of me

Wasn’t meant to be in presidential suites

Haters keep on watching now they getting too depressed to eat

Thought they had the recipe and now they have to rest in peace

Fans are more impressed me

Tried to help my cousin, help promote em then he flex on me

Cause he thought he was the one and now he smoking extra weed

(extra, extra, extra weed, let the broken records speak)

Monkeypalooza this is that junkie confusion

Like punching a human and act like I had nothing to do with it

It’s funny it’s ludicrous

You dummies loving the stupidest garbage artists ever

Fucked the game, I’m coming

It smell like onion and tuna fish

Yelling yummy the food is here

Who is running at the waitress ok «Hi, is this dude here?»

Titties love autographs, it’s becoming a souvenir

Yeah

Made some money and disappear