Music for the Lyrically Impaired - Eazy Mac

All I really wanna do is chill, now you know the deal

Pop another motherfuckin pill, careful how you feel

Careful how you feel

It was a dream to smoke doobies on stage with Louis C. K

Louis C. K

Now I can’t look at his face without thinking about all the groupies he raped

What about the movies he made?

Hey you talking Studio A, well Julio say he saw him takin his pants off and

cummin in Julia’s face

Hollywood cray you’d probably say

You’d probably say

Wake up at noon and pop Molly all day

Went on a trip down to Boli in Spain

When I came back it was prolly May

When I went back it was Saudi Arabia

Boston, Ukraine, Bosnia

All they want all of my party away

Yeah, I’m doin I’m doin I’m doin

Came in the game then ruined it

Moved to Vancouver and I feel like I’m ludicrous

All that these bitches around me are stewardess cuz they’re so fly

And I’m so rude with it I don’t know why

I don’t comply, I don’t reply

I don’t care who it is I just yell Bye!

Bye!

Emptied out my liquor cabinet

Sweatin tryin to kick the habit

Runnin round the room drippin liquid acid

Then I never cared about a Christmas Package

I’m the only presence needed in this rap and this is Eazy Mac

Mix it for me Fanta with the Codeine potion

Holy moly Nigel!

Music for the lyrically impaired

First they couldn’t hear me now they’re here

Hi!

Then they couldn’t see me now they stare

Hi!

Now they wanna be me now it’s weird

Now they wanna yeah

Now they wanna treat me like I’m rare

Now they wanna yeah

Now they wanna keep me in the air

Now they wanna yeah

Now they wanna heat me til I flare

Woo!

Slick Rick the ruler

Wrist is cooler

Bars like prison rooms

Under influenced

Listen to me

Watch my dreams and wish come true

Or is this a business move

I might fuck around and pull up in a 'Rari

Skert skert skert

Ex bitch tellin me she’s sorry

Sure sure sure

Next bitch wanna play Atari

Er er er

Only give a fuck about the party

Yeah

Hi, on today’s show we’re talking about dead beat dads

Our first guest, Eazy Mac!

Boooo!

So Eazy, why don’t you think you’re the father?