AvocadoLarry Fisherman

[Intro: Mac Miller]
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Man, Larry Fisherman, you really, you really can make a beat, man

[Verse: Mac Miller]
Um, I said this visual symmetry
Riveting, sentences in calligraphy
Officially divinity, my conditions are critically
Important, horror-core, assortment of orphans
Fuck a bitch, contortion, I'm a beast Animorphin' style
Act humble, I stumbled upon a fortune teller
My cash doubled, blew this shit out of proportion, fella
Brass knuckles to rumble in jungles, Gods that pray
Some Our Father's, Hail Mary's and I'm on my way
Fuck Twitter, there's none ill as this butt's Fisker
Pick my ho up in it, then I bust in her
Puff swishers 'til my lungs blister
Spittin' tongue twisters, work ethic incredible, yeah, I'm from Pittsburgh
Got an intern, "Go and grab me the swishers"
Read the book, The Giver, analyse, Trent Dilfer
Wes Craven with less Satan, all hail Larry
The mass making of homo sapiens male fairies
I need more money, a little less dairy
Keep my bitches in the sanctuary paying fairly
Jim Carrey, you be more like Drew
I'm eating and you look a little more like food
You see Satan was an angel before horns had grew
On my way up by La Brea, get a Norm tattoo
Beep that horn at you, bitch move
You look so confused
Yo, spent 10 million
To insure—to insure my ma'fuckin' vocal cords
Good investment, I said, I spent
I spent 10 million
To insure my motherfucking vocal cords
That's a good investment, uh

[Outro: Mac Miller]
Said it's the motherfuckin'
Beat making, weed breaking down
Complete faded, I'm cremated now
(Clean up on Aisle 7)
And when ya dreams make a creation, wow
I leave wasted, to these sacred vows
Spend a while with a run on sentence
It's the beat making, weed breaking down
Complete faded, I'm cremated now
(Clean up on Aisle 7)
And when ya dreams make a creation, wow
I leave wasted, to these sacred vows
Spend a little bit of time with a run-on sentence—Let it run
Let it run
Run as fast as you can little sentence

[Sample: The Great Gatsby (1974)]
"I never care what I do, so I always have a good time."
"When I was here last, I tore my gown on a chair and he asked my name."
"Who's he?"
"Gatsby, of course."
"Inside of a week, I get a package from Croirier's with a new evening gown in it."
"Did you keep it?"
"Sure I did. I was going to wear it tonight, but it was too big in the bust and had to be altered. It was gas-blue with lavender beads. 265 dollars!"
"There's something funny about a fella who'll do a thing like that. He doesn't want any trouble with anyone."
"Who?"
"Gatsby. Uh, somebody told me... Somebody told me they thought he killed a man once."
"Killed a man?"
"I heard that he was connected with the government during the war, in a high way. A spy, I heard."
"I heard he was in oil, from a man who knew all about him... grew up with him in Texas."
"I knew somebody who grew up with him in St. Paul. Well, you look at him sometime when he doesn't know anyone's looking at him. You can see it in his eyes. I'll bet he did kill a man."
"Which one is he?"
"Never really goes to his own parties. Just looks in to see who's here, then disappears."
"God knows where he is."

[Spoken: Mac Miller]
"I have a question, I've been pondering, in my cabin, thinking, in the jungle, the carnivore, is head predator, but take away the prey, what if the carnivore could only eat leaves? Would he survive?"