Suplexes Inside Of Complexes And Duplexes Lyrics - Mac Miller

1 Might as well introduce

2 This is madness!

3 This is an outrage

4 As a matter of fact, this is outrageous

5 Yeah, young sire, slap the fuck out Jon Cryer

6 Rough rider, raw bust inside a vagina

7 Like I want kids, my head continues to be haunted

8 I burn a city down while I'm unconscious, baby go on

9 Take some quaaludes, conversate with Jesus

10 Batting practice with the motherfucking ghost of Babe Ruth

11 Do as a saint do, turn painful to graceful

12 Devil on my trails, I'm trying to find the Holy Grail

13 Right there

14 And if Mars is the farthest that man has set his target

15 Then I don't know why I even started

16 I'm sick of being too nice to people who don't do shit but consume light

17 Told myself, "Fuck the world kid, just do what you like"

18 Go and have a food fight, start yourself a new life

19 You're too bright to be inside a bunch of mediocrity

20 But all those big words ain't gonna get you paid

21 And those abstract ideas for sure won't get you laid

22 You got it made in that mad house

23 What the fuck you got to be sad about? Go ahead and rap now

24 Do what you do best, I mean

25 That's what you do best, matter fact motherfucker

26 You suit vest, you need to buy a new dress

27 I heard you and your girl live in a duplex

28 I'ma put her ass in a Suplex, the sun east, the moon west

29 You got a clue, what does a clue get?

30 Nothing

31 My milk and honey, my chérie-chérie amore

32 My Cinderella in her carriage by the doorway

33 Her ruby slipper made the wizard send the scarecrow

34 And the lion through the forest

35 To the wicked witch's fortress where she scorched them in the foreplay

36 Remember that? He said he'd fight the box to see the wizard

37 When he was visited by Dorothy who came here on a blizzard

38 Now the whole world's in color, still,

39 How Auntie Em was next of kin and not her mother

40 Real, her face was care-worn

41 I suspected she migrated to Kansas up from Dearborn

42 And had beef with Mrs. Gulch since the very beginning of Year One

43 Mr. Candyman, the parables parabolic

44 The poetry's like the poems and songs of Ecclesiastes

45 Lightning should strike the stone and then Moses should make a tablet

46 The Judge will bang the wood up in parliament with the mallet

47 And yell "Hear, hear", finally some order to this rap shit

48 Finally some sort of water to soil these cracked lips

49 I keep my shit crispy and elegant,

50 So miss me with the irrelevant, the god body is heaven-sent

51 The hard-body is reverence, since the son of Byford

52 Brother of Fal, every rhyme's halal

53 Every line is kosher, livin' la vida loca

54 Shout out to Tony Toca, we livin' how we supposed to