[Intro]
And I present to you
To You All
The Odd Future compilation
Fuck, give it up
Starring
Casey V, Hodgy Beats, Left Brain, Super 3, and Tyler,
the Creator
(Give it up! Give it up for ‘em!)
Will y'all shut the fuck up?
Damn, I’m here
Alright, let me configure this
Get this ready
Alright, let’s go
[Verse]
Nigga seventeen his own fucking magazine
And of course his Hunger Force is aqua teen by all
means
Fuck a deal, signature is legible
I'm the reason why niggas is heatin' up they vegetables
From being bullied in the sixth, to being dissed by any
bitch
That can breath, please throw me in a ditch
And I hope I sell a copy of this disk
Fuck Hope, I am one short, a miracle of wish
Whether you nigga or ese, the magazine is great
Because the articles an essay
Half you dumb niggas can't even write an essay
Cause all of ya'll some stupid asses, S.A
You motherfuckers in denial
I'm the square just like the tile, right down the
fucking isle
Music was my only friend, ever since I was a child
I make niggas frown, just to give myself a smile
Mother was my father, the nigga didn't bother
To send a kid a dollar, my only role model was
Niggas that record and that could play keyboards
And wild piano chords make me happy
Dr. Suess more important than Jesus
Y'all immigrants to depression, Nigga give me a visa
We sick, the same lames that sneeze us
Made us turn to Jazz now, because the black kids would
tease us
I need a fucking chain, I need to make it rain
I need some fucking rims, A car that I can rent
A verse about swag, jeans sagging off my ass
No I don't, fuck that, I am not a fucking fag
I run and I'm still scared of guns
In the marching band but I bang my own drums and
Sing my own song, all of my wrongs are right
Never got into a fight, hit me
Bass, drum, snare let it go
Disappear like good music in the past year
And everybody do the same thing, I hear the same shit
All the time, like the radio is queer
This isn't a mixtape, it's more of ear rape
By kids who think you other niggas suck
It's very offensive, you niggas defensive
If you can't take the heat then get the fuck out the
kitchen, listen
[Outro]
Tyler the Creator, Hodgy Beats, Super 3, Casey V, Left
Brain
[Verse 1: Jasper]
Chillin' in class with a bag full of grass
Lookin' for a white chick to smoke up and choke up
I even got that white sniff come over here and take a
whiff
Now you ready to get raped and ate by Mr. Haley
Litter Life is the gang, it's that shit that we bang
Let's play an Odd game, it's called bitch you better
When those Odd Wolves come out
And chew you up bitch like bubble gum
Jasper's off climbin' trees with that nazist you see
Never met a nigga like me because I'm an Oddsby
Opposite of them Cosby kids, got that Virginia Tech
swag
Shoot up your school and laugh, bitch
[Hook]
Swag me out bitch
Wolf Gang!
[Verse 2: Left Brain]
Swag, me, the fuck, out
'fore you get punched in your fuckin' mouth
I'mma take your bitch back to my crib
You already know my dick is gon' be in ribs
Yeah, and I like barbecue
Fuckin' with me, I'm fuckin' with you
Uh, Wolf Gang, that's the fuckin' clique
If you got a problem bitch hop on this dick
Nigga I don't want you here
So get the fuck out 'fore shoot you like a deer
Swag me out, swag me out
I don't give a fuck, swag me out
Oh oh, where the fuckin' hoes?
Hoes hoes, where the fuckin' hoes?
Hoes hoes, where the fuckin' hoes?
Where the hoes?
[Verse 3: Tyler the Creator]
You faggots yap about tokin' kush
While I deal with drug dealers and they killed a whole
bush
George inside the storage if you wanna take a look
But keep your motherfuckin' daughter's mouth shushed
Lookin' for them white sluts who good at suckin' cat
Wolf dick black as nigga riders from the fat black
bitches
Odd Future Wolf Gang Kill Them All don't give a fuck
Loiter Squad, you know where the fuck we at
Earl and Berman swervin' in the Jeep
Me and Travis in the back squirtin' Jergins on our feet
What is that? Not a penis
What the fuck is extra meat? I don't know, ask Asia
Two nazi dykes shittin' in a Synagogue
Cause that bitch lick balls from Western to Crenshaw
And her grandma suck dick down in Rimpau
And she masturbates with Vaseline and a Ken doll
[Hook]
[Verse 4: Hodgy Beats]
We cool like the breeze at the fuckin' beach
They told me to write a flow, I wrote a fuckin' speech
Odd Future Wolf Gang rolls fuckin' deep
Taylor Swift come around, we go fuckin' deep
She's our slut for weeks and she wash our sheets
Brush our teeth but don't make our beats
Tyler got the waffles, Devon covers bacon
2DopeBoyz got the beef, we serve filet mignon shakin'
Sour D's got me touchin' the moon
Rollin' up blunts the size of a fuckin' cocoon
Wolves roll together like some family raccoons
Tellin' you to eat an ass like a fuckin' baboon
[Hook]
[Verse 5: Earl Sweatshirt]
Swag me out, swag me out, Jasper get them faggots out
Snortin' coke, got the Pope yellin' who let the rabbits
Kissin' whores and kissin' bunnies, put this horse dick
in your tummy
I am on this track because that nigga Taco isn't funny
(Me and Jesus in the Humvee, Ace and Mary gettin' comfy
Jeffrey Dahmer's in the bushes with R. Kelly tryna fuck
Steve Harvey, Kenan Thompson's plottin' how to jump me
Well fuck Steve Harvey and fuck Max B)
Fuckin' Waterham, Hodgy's ass eat skills help eat all
the Jam
Damn I'm like marmalam marmalade
[Verse 6: Mike G]
Yo motherfuck 'em if they haters, bet I'll rain on
their parade
I'm that ignorant motherfucker who took your daughter
on a date
Dare her to answer the phone if you call her cause
she's late
Black kid on the corner sellin' drugs go figure
Syd tha Kyd, what the fuck we doin'? (Flippin' bricks
nigga!)
[Verse 7: Taco]
Fuck you listenin' to this Wolf Gang
Drivin' with your bitch swagged Jasper
Don't give a fuck stealin' your fuckin' purse
All I do is laugh first yeah nigga
Swag me the fuck out, Loiter Squad Bacon Boys
Nigga we take your girl, rape her in the back
Of the fuckin' Jeep, we're off squirtin' feet
We're Jurgens nigga, ultra healin'
[Verse 8: Jasper]
Yeah we're swervin' in the Jeep, while I'm rollin' up
the tree
Litter Life don't give a fuck, that's why we fuckin' up
the trees
Wolf bandit and land it you niggas can't stand it
Chop a bitches head off and get a pleasure nut off,
bitch
[Verse 1]
Wolf Gang be on that wrist split splatter
Snortin' coke pattern misfit'll hit Mick Jagger
Me and Jasper bangin' Bastard, beatin' midgets up with
ladders
Nigga don't give a fuck, that's that Wolf Gang swagger
Don't give a shit so my dick fuck bladders in your ear
Radical shows that Wolf Gang's radder
With a staggerin' pack of cocaine in the sack of my
dick
Where the lips of your teen daughter sits, bitch
Fuck Tyler, I'mma change my name to Uncle Phil
Cause every girl I deal and fuck, it's always against
her Will
Dope enough to snort crack and sit the fuck still
In Nellyville's old folks home searchin' tip drills
Get my fill on with this grandmother named Jill
Takin' shots of poon juice to the head for a cheap
thrill
Hopefully my dick don't shrivel up, when it's time to
bust
In this rusty cunt, that won a cup in collectin' dust
Boogyin' with Jesus and a bunch of Nazi hoes
In the front row at a holy Justin Bieber show
Slowly my Ritalin is kickin' in and Jesus left hand
Begin to make me feel like a little kid again
This isn't rape, this is fuckin' without a condom on
Throw her slightly to the right, so dyke I'm kinda
wrong
Wolves is out past dawn on your front lawn
Me and Juan ensurin' you that your slut daughters gone
At the pawn shop, tryna sell this Baume watch
She's a white vegetarian, I'll get this blonde cock
Lip balm she's some nun bitch from St. John
Told her that her pastor was a faggot and he likes John
He's a janitor recreational rectum manager
I am not, let's consider me a little pecan
That'll get your chest nutted on with an acorn
They swore that I was all fuckin' nuts like a gay porn
Cause I disregard the white dress and the perm weave
And the headrest had to have about eight thorns
I was born back, Wolf pack, nigga fuck that
Somebody tell Satan that I want my fuckin' swag back
[Verse 2]
Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest
Left hand staggerin' on her muthafuckin' breast
Deep down, I'm an emo fuckin' faggot that's depressed
So the fuckin' school suggested me a therapist
I confessed bein' atheist, they said I was possessed
By a demon, cause I wanna see a bitch infested
With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less
Of the baby not bein' digested by a fuckin' hungry punk
Feedin' kids to slutty nuns with his cum
Got a fuckin' blog that needs a post? I can get it done
2DopeBoyz I know you like this
(Like what?) This hot cum that's from my dick
Call me a clown but a week from now
You're goin' to hear this and begin to ride on my dick
Like how the fuck did we miss this kid's shit
Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses
But fuck y'all, I don't need y'all help
I got 20 thousand views of French itself
I did the video for really though
You silly rabbit faggot tricks are for kids so we go,
She's all alone
With a bottle of patron
I see you
And ask you where you're from
But she tells me jus to stop right there
Cus I'm not gone get no ass
So I'm on my way
But a few more drinks
And she returns
Don't know what she's saying
Her speech is slurred
So I grabbed her waist
And I look you in your eyes
Ya know that I'm horny baby
Ya know that I'm horny baby
Dance with you
Dance with you
Ya know that I'm horny baby
Ya know that I'm horny baby
Dance with you
Jus you, only you
You're safe with me
So don't be scared
Jus come this way
The bedroom
Let's go upstairs
Jus come this way
United we can form as one
I jus wanna feel ya' touch
Then I'm on my way
But I think I'm starting to like this girl
Or maybe I'm jus twisted
So I'll ask her to stay
And I look you in your eyes
Ya know that I'm horny baby
Ya know that I'm horny baby
Dance with you
Dance with you
Ya know that I'm horny baby
Ya know that I'm horny baby
Dance with you
Jus you, only you
Ya know that I'm horny baby
Ya know that I'm horny baby
Dance with you
Dance with you
Ya know that I'm horny baby
Ya know that I'm horny baby
Dance with you
Jus you, only you
Do you wanna have some fun
Do you wanna have some fun
Do you wanna have some fun
Could this be Earth? Could this be light?
Does this mean everything, is going to be alright?
When I look out my window there's trees talking like
people
I've dreamt of storms, I've dreamt of sound
I've dreamt of gravity, keeping us around
I've slept in the darkness, it was lonely, and there was
silence
What is this love? I don't feel the same
Don't believe what this is, could be given a name
I woke, you were there, tracing planets on my forehead
But I forget 23 like I forget 17
And I forget my first love, like you forget a daydream
And what if all my wild friends, and the times I've had
with them
[Intro:]
Goddamn nigga!
This shit ignorant as fuck, my nigga!
Bitches, this your motherfuckin' chance
Go on the motherfuckin' dance floor, shake that ass
bitch
If you got a problem with a nigga
Sock that motherfucker in the motherfuckin jaw right
now nigga
If you didn't know nigga, if you didn't know nigga, I'm
back!
[Verse 1: Taco]
Spit on a bitch, punch on a bitch
After I eat some steak, have her tug on my dick
Nigga filthy rich, two car notes
No house nigga, that's how I roll
Yeah nigga I do this fuckin' shit
Count money, get my hair braided by your bitch
She drivin' me around town, nigga
Where I'm at nigga? Dog pound nigga
Oh shit nigga, what's good ho?
Your bitch givin' me head, countin' money though
2chainz, three dames
Rollin' with my niggas cause we gang bang
I roll big, we roll deep
Only skate in the streets, what's good nigga?
I'm hood nigga, with my hood niggas
We ratchet, we coon in the hood section
[Hook]
We got bitches, we got bitches, we got bitches
We got diamonds, we got diamonds, we got diamonds
We got cars, we got cars, we got cars
We got jacuzzis and your bitch be on my dick
[Verse 2: Jasper Dolphin]
Mobbin' in the club, 60 niggas deep
Keep talkin' shit and you'll meet 60 feet
Jasper on everything, that's all a nigga see
I fuck with a bad bitch I'm smokin' on some weed
Nigga got rocks, shout out to the team
Posted in the house, nigga countin' green
Golf Wang, Wolf Gang, niggas know what our name
Six hundred sixty six bitches on my dick, man
Six hundred and sixty motherfuckin' six
Bitches on a nigga dick (Wolf Gang nigga, fuck
everybody else)
[Verse 3: Tyler the Creator]
Sock that bitch out!
Sock that bitch out, don't give a fuck
Get your bitch jumped!
Get your bitch jumped by six niggas, nigga
Diamonds on my neck! All this ice nigga, I'm cold
Nigga I don't give a fuck!
I don't give a fuck about none of that shit nigga,
what's good
VIP! We got bitches and gold bottles nigga
Valet at the mall! Nigga Gucci Guc with nice interior
Buy that motherfucker out! Sean John, Gucci
Broke niggas, im ballin (nigga im paid) on your bitch
[Hook:]
We got bitches, we got bitches, we got bitches
We got diamonds, we got diamonds, we got diamonds
We got cars, we got cars, we got cars
[Verse 1: Tyler]
The Supreme Tee is kinda dingy
Pass the fucking puffer nigga stingy with the usher,
let it burn
Skate session with my niggas
On a cloud, where's my inhaler, I can't even breath
I don't smoke weed
But I'm on a cloud high enough to give me a nose bleed
Say farewell to the brain cells, neutrons can smell us
My niggas keep enough green to get a bush jealous
Roll tighty, the joint righty, go buy a label
And busters don't get the zimper in Chris Righty,
alrighty
Or maybe a swisher, I begin to kiss her
Keep all the arms and limbs in a large bin
My niggas keep mary jane like a fucking Tarzan
In the fuckin toilet where my bars been
They been the shit since Riley figured out she really
likes Dark men
Domo hitting bowls, nether size of cold
Rolling a whole nother blunt the size of a troll
Davon on paroll, so if the highway patrol
Sees us rolling to 7-11 to get a Arizona
And some donuts, he'll be in a hole, but were not gona
let it happen
Im not talking music when I say were the best at
wrapping
The kush, coke brittleing, and mushroom caps in my
system, um
[Verse 2: Hodgy]
I break number 2 pencils cause I write so strong
Tyler rolling up a stick so when it lights, so long
Brass monkey, clarinet, ten drop in the gong
Gas mask, vaporizer, tranquilize you with the bong
Imagine gas and laxing, puff passing past tense
Future kush, cool tour, poke your arms blue or
Dream, smoke white like vanilla bean ice cream
Besides OF, Mary Jane and me make a nice team
Pause, aw you getting to fat bitch
Much is gaining is weight is, fucking automatic
Can't fit into the plus size of that sack's fifth
She get high, get down on hot dogs and pick up the cat
bitch
The powder is packed in the straw, Sammy claim he like
chowder
Nostrils are allowed to scream white power
Overdose in a quince then detox, she rocks
Got em sweating like they inhaling on she cops
And we the drug, and we the drug, and we the drug
Bitch I'm high as fuck, just let it sing to you
[Verse 3: Domo]
I stay in the sky so there's no way you can get fly as
Niggas wish that some point in theyre life they will
get high as me
Never though, got 'em going through the roof with hella
smoke
With towels under the door hoping no one outside smell
the dro
Fuck it, I'm blazieing up, bad bitch craving dust
So I passed it to her with last in juicey before waking
Strong dank leave your main bitches with throat aches
One of em half bakeing, half dressed cause her clothes
stank
Rolling paper skills, it's the time I showcase
So rush down, bitches want a star beat like old babes
Where Divon at? Cause he can Zieir too
Big Cam blowing, you can even call Lyonal
Tyler dog, hit it once for the game
Give it to Hodgy Beats then dish it off to the Brain
My eyes heavy, someone give me a orange juice
Louie V shades so my thoughts don't support you
Thoughts decreases, hungry bowls on my torso
Paper plate or paper plane, can I please aboard you,
you, you
Uh, ayo Vyron, light that one
[Brigde]
Kush, coke, X, mushroom
I'm high as fuck
[Verse 4: Tyler]
I'm Atheist, so I let the blunt bless her
Higher then a fat nigger bitch blood pressure
On the dresser is the kush compressor
That four cents of bags of fluorescent flower pedals
Take a hit of this shit, inviting some
Bitches over to the crib, take a sniff, feeling numb
Baby girl, this is love, mixed with coke
And the eighty proof is in the pudding, so is a pint of
This is fun, don't you even try to run
Get you high, get you drunk, oh wait, your not even
real
This is fake, snow white is in my nasal
I don't even think I'm able, the shimmy passed the
table
Without tripping on cables, me and Travis crying
Earl is probably dying, Sedrick licking walls
And all of us tripping balls, Hodgy Beats in a trance
I'm in a submissive stance, I'm not fucking playing
When I say call the ambulance, shit
Call the fucking ambulance
I can't feel me, call the.. I can't fucking breath
I'm not fucking.. this isn't.. What the fuck is this
he..
Yo call the ambulance, my heart is beating too fast
[Hodgy Beats]
All the way turnt up, all the way turnt out
Blowing clouds of a smoke like a Ferrari when it burns
White girl brunette, she don't gotta sweat her perm out
But she eat my apple when the fucking w-worms out
I live in fast lane, fast lane fury
Never in court, fuck the judge and the jury
My minds in a race cause my time's in a hurry
Catch a fish nigga and fry him like he curry
Yo, wait and 'til I take off, wait and 'til I take off
Bring your bitch along cause I catch her like it's
baseball
And she run them bases nigga and she run them bases
Bitch she bringing home dome on a daily basis
85 year old rocking RMK flannel
With supreme khakis and some Gucci sandals
Bitch I'm on a beach and the beach name is fuck
I catch an orgasm every time you suck
Bitch I'm on the grind like I grind my teeth
Put you niggas in tortillas cause I grind my beef
And I poke her face, just like I'm playing poker
Chilling like a villain painting faces like the Joker
Tipping on 44's while I'm tipped on Jerry Sailor
Smoke so much weed I need a muthafuckin' inhaler
I'm on another level, pull down the leverage
[Verse 1: Hodgy Beats]
Gold chain and some J's like Nas in Illmatic
I'm so real, I'm something to feel, peel fabric
My folks kill, they hunt every meal, meat cabbage
Lyrically get out my way, protein the beats radish
Roll the weed LB the police smell me
High profile, sweet, bring them hoes to the tele Nah
Bitches fuck your shit up worse from DMX in Belly
behind you back
Planning your downfall, I thought that was your relly-
Relative, skin of ribs and eat healthy
I belch a bitch and leave her tits on a shelving
I felt a bitch, she let me in, welcoming
Fuck duct tape nigga, I like Velcro-ing
I ain't the one to be tampered with
I make you shit all in your pants and your pamper,
bitch
Niggas quick to sing a hook and make a dance up quick
For you it's never or never, ny camp's legit
[Interlude:]
Wolf Gang! Fuck your crew, nigga! This Wolf Gang,
nigga!
Go the fuck home, mutherfucker! Night night, mother
fucker!
Smoke up, Left Brain!
[Hook: Frank Ocean]
Snow so white, moon so bright
They're on a playground making canines fight
Ain't no place for my kids to go
[Verse 2:]
The wolves are rowdy and in the parking lot
I don't mean basketball when I say that they be balling
in the park a lot
It's like the big bad wolf duplicated
If they getting shitted on by critics, it's cool, they
super rated
Life on the huge and playlist, daily's the fucking
basis
Accounting for all the hatred, get off the children's
sacred
I'm international, actual but in fact I go from
The US to the UK to Amsterdam in like two days
[Verse 1: Hodgy Beats]
We come through throbbing like thunder storms
Make their feets get wet and funky up in they under
arms
I'm too explosive for your ears like I'm throwing bombs
With the exclusive on the channel, bitch I know it's on
Niggas get mad like cheerleaders, they throw they pom-
poms
Suck a dick, eat salaam getting they nails done in
salons
Hodgy Beats is like limp balm
If you talk shit, I'll make you cry and tell your big
moms
I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms
Haters must be starving nowadays I make California
Vietnam
And I'm going to embalm my creativity
Into a CD-ROM, so you can feel this shit I'm on
[Hook]
Turn it up, where's the bass?
Bring the keys, yeah
Turn it up, where's the bass?
Bring the keys, oh my God
Turn it up nigga, where's the bass?
Could you bring the keys? Yeah
Turn it up, nigga where's the bass?
Drop the drums
[Verse 2]
Pink chinchilla, something like thrilla
My t-shirts are bathing, a bathing gorilla
You niggas all hype like you drink a cup of Splenda
But I ate the whole plate like a fat bitch dinner
I'm never the winner, always the loser
I don't choose to win, but I will choose her
Her kitty-cat fish loves his tuna
I never use a fork I always spoon her
Go nuts, instrumental flow much
European model white bitch is eating donuts
Fuck you faggots, I'm with a fat bitch
Making shit come like I'm go-go gadget
I'm mental, it's instrumental
Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records
And I hope this record have you stabbing niggas with
colored pencils
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
Yo, bubble gum that Reese's Pieces
You fail at life, I'll mug your teachers
I've got Muslims calling on Jesus
I fucked Kelly, where is Regis?
Found Alicia, now she keyless
Cold as ice, and now I'm creamless
Murdered every bod from my squad
So technically, now I'm teamless, O.F. is so
[Verse 1: Domo Genesis]
This life is a game, if you wanna play
Then count all your own mistakes
Livin' it with no delay
So fast I'm getting growing pains
Father didn't show me my instincts to take the open
lane
I go insane
All the problems come with my growing age
Blowin' Haze
Trying to clear the doubt that's sitting on my brain
I don't complain
But the kid inside me's feeling so restrained
Gotta stay golden
Let desire rekindle the flame
Searchin' for the Fountain of Youth, when I'm free in
my brain
[Pre-Hook:]
(Bring in the horns) You hear that fucking brass?
(Fucking brass, nigga) That's little boy nigger with
the trumpets
Marchin' with the bandwagon
Looking for his heart, no sleeve
But his hand carry muskets
Working in the meadows, Oblivion
Motherfuck Geppetto
He's a leader, not a puppet
Some professors nutty, you're the Klump's dick
So think before you blink, and "Aye-Aye" make
assumptions
[Hook:]
Nigga's!
(Your left! Your left! Your left, right, left!)
Nigga's coming! Damn!
(Your left! Your left! Your left, right, left!)
[Verse 2: Tyler, The Creator]
They want a story, a story
I write the shit that I find very amusing
Cuz all the other fuckin' stories are boring
It's really awkward to know, that a bunch of kids do
adore me
It's like I fathered these fuckers, so you will find me
on Maury
I'm still a kid in my heart, so I have a problem
maturing
But it will come from experience and shit I see touring
I'm like a birdman, I'm soaring, really high
And I'm really horny, from watching this porn
Nope
[Pre-Hook:]
(Bring in the horns) You hear that fucking brass?
(Fucking brass, nigga) That's little boy nigger with
the trumpets
Marchin' with the bandwagon
Looking for his heart, no sleeve
But his hand carry muskets
Working in the meadows, Oblivion
Motherfuck Geppetto
He's a leader, not a puppet
Some professors nutty, you're the Klump's dick
So think before you blink, and "Aye-Aye" make
assumptions
[Hook:]
Nigga's!
(Your left! Your left! Your left, right, left!)
Nigga's coming! Damn!
(Your left! Your left! Your left, right, left!)
[Bridge:]
(Erer-erer-erer br-bring in the)
(Erer-erer-erer br-bring in the)
(Erer-erer-erer br-bring in the)
(Erer-erer-erer)
Where's Tyler?
[Verse 3: Tyler, The Creator]
Bottom of the countdown
Shit ain't been the same since I found out
Hodgy Beats ghost wrote for Bow-Wow
Now I'm the loud, shot, body-styled, foul mouth fucker
That your teenage kid, likes to bow down
Riding around town in Seattle
With the same shotgun that Kurt used to "Click-Clack-
Boom-Pow"
Still suicidal, but some assume that I'm cool now
Cuz I got a fucking award in my own room now
Nope, but I can flip shit like a couch pillow
And have my death silent like a loose vow
The bandwagon turned into caboose, so
So, don't let that little nigger trumpet lose sound
[Verse 1: Domo Genesis]
I don't think that I ever changed, ball hard or spark
spliffs
And when I'm in the booth, it's super like Clark Kent
Competition fails to ever place an event
So when I step up to the track, you consider my shit a
Never gonna stop, Genesis is the begin
All about the money, I'm changin' my name to Yen
Swagger so tall, check Yao up in the chin
Stay reachin' for the sky like a nigga can't swim
But I'm on my two and my pivot lookin great
Tell Z to have 'em rolled when I touch down in the
state
Tell them we eatin' well and we never scrapin' plates
Stealin' bitches from they niggas just becuase I like
the chase
Odd Future wolves, full moon, salivate
Look I done made it, the same nigga that you hate
Salutin' the game, pilots all up in the place
Fly niggas do it all, y'all grounded like bad grades
Never said thug, but my niggas will pop
And if it's Louie V or Gucci then my niggas will cop
Wait for the summer, Rolling Papers will drop
And hatin' and speculatin' is the shit that will stop
I'mma go hard, or I'mma do nothin'
Like a beeper in a toilet, bet my shit buzzin'
Hell yeah I'm the shit, just take a whiff, cousin
Now you all frowned up, thought I told you I been
stuntin'
I get my highs and lows like NASDAQ
Spit up addiction and bag that, pass crack
Livin' the life, you lames remain wack
If I ain't gettin' laid, I'm gettin' high and watchin'
[Intro]
Yo, Mike G, nigga (What's up dog?) Man, shit nigga I'm
just chillin', yo
No, I'm about to hook up with this bitch, she fine as
hell nigga (She for real?)
Hell yeah nigga she fat as hell nigga (Ha-ha where you
meet her at dog)
Shit nigga I was walkin my swag and I saw the bitch
eatin', right?
She was done with the food, so you know, you know, I
just walked up to her
And I just decided to ask her if she wanted something
to eat nigga
[Verse 1: Hodgy]
I pick her up old school street sweeper
Ask her wanna eat she suggest pizza
Shorty got body she from little Puerto Rica
Said her cousin Lisa was at the bar with Margaritas
She got a skirt leg tone stallion
Beat Beyonce's but she didn't want it tallyin'
We ride around cruisin', bumpin' old schools
I take back to 90's to bust an old move
I told her I'd cook like you know I'm in the foot
Attached to the leg handcuffed to the bed
Take it to the house curious conversation
Unlock the door we committin' condensation
Hellbound horn sex baby I'm satan
I fuck shit up when up shit is vacant
By the time we use the bed I don't wanna get on
Unless you pull me out and suck right after she spit on
Told you I'mma feed you, told you I'mma feed you
Mouth fulla HB is what call indeed food
Told you I would feed you I told you I would feed you
And she looked at me like "Yeah I agree too"
[Hook]
My eyes comin' down, I'm hungry
I finna to get somethin' to eat
Nuttin' too expensive but none too cheap
I dial up shorty number see if she wanna eat
I told her I'll feed you girl, I'll supply the food
What if I just let you starve, wouldn't I be rude?
I'll feed you girl, I'll supply the food
What if I just let you starve, wouldn't I be rude?
[Verse 2: Mike G]
She pretty sweet, your new girl is my new treat
Kitchen or dining room damn right I give her a feast
She got an apetite that can't be soothed with regular
food
She only fuck with me cause I ain't a regular dude
She ain't a regular bitch, and no need to be rude
She on some other shit, fuckin' another bitch
Hell naw I ain't asked but she ain't gon' say no
First was 5th ave, tore down Rodeo
Told you I'd feed you, told you I'd feed you
Mouth fulla Mike G exactly what you need boo
Told you I'd feed you, told you I'd feed you
Looked me in the eyes with a face that agreed too
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Jasper]
Face to face as we shoot up in the room
Reach in my pocket, pull out a fist of shroom
Now you faded off the high life high tip
Now you 'bout to suck on my fuckin' dick, bitch
As we look around the room off the shrooms
Odd Future faces start to turn into goons
Radical, we ate your body cold
Fuck the microwave I eat it like this, yo
[Hook]
[Outro]
Ha-ha, that bitch though I was gonna feed her
Turnt out I feed the fuckin' crew know what I'm sayin'
[Hodgy Beats]
I fucked this flow
This is my electronic press kit
Uh huh it's some fresh shit
Nigga recollect bitch
Grow grey hairs, don't stress it
I text message, messages to fuck in estrogen
She lets me in, I sex her then she sexier than my
leather vans
Cause I never am purchasing
Reimbursing your currency
Put your body on the courtesy
To work the street, I hearse the streets
Heard she sweet, she hershey's sweet
But me I'm extravagant
Hop on the bandwagon kid
I'm about to tell you some tragic shit
The love is lost and the drugs they cost, in the studio
mixing raw
Bitch's shit in my draws like you piss in my draws,
nigga my dick's in her jaw
I'm Wes Snipes with lead pipes, don't dabble with the
apple
Cause a swagga like mine turn them apples into Snapple
Fuck the pick of the raffle, king of the castle
Nigga, Genghis Khan mention, me and Marilyn Manson
Making money in the present, it be safe for my
grandsons
African drugs for when the champ come
[Domo Genesis]
Suicide watch nigga
Kill yourself
Opposition who?
Nigga reveal yourself
How you steal our swag and figure you still yourself?
Splinter cell creepin' in this bitch, you couldn't feel
the stealth
Wolves are prowling, hunger at its fucking best
I'm a beast like the gorilla head that is on my chest
Please let me flex, I'm going off I need some fuckin'
bread
Drugs are green, my bitches white and tonight I need
fuckin' head
Excuse our swag, I'm tryna tone it down like Jenny
Craig
Fresh to death then I guess we looking like the living
dead
Oh shit yo bitch, look at how I'm doing you
Bitches on my dick but look at me I'm fucking beautiful
Niggas tryna figure out, but all I hear in my
interviews is why this so cool?
You niggas are so unusual
Wolf Gang, point me to a nigga I should prove it to
Under pressure, we just stand in the middle like hula
hoops
[Hodgy Beats]
The fortress is fortified (bitch)
Money in my pockets like I'm forty-five
Hodgy Beats recording live
Bitch I be surely high
And I don't need wings to fly
I'm the air with the pigs
Left Brain, Domo Genesis
[Tyler, the Creator]
Knock, knock
Who's there?
It's me, your girlfriend had a really nice meeting with
my dick
I killed that pussy and grabbed that knife
Now I got real authentic cheetah print shit (nigga
you're a liar)
Nigga don't believe me, kiss your lady
And where you gonna get them heebie jeebies?
Nigga my dick stay way disease-y
I make it look easy
Fifty-one fifty, I'm off the heezy
(You ain't got no fuckin' Yeezy? 5 albums, 100 songs,
and you ain't got no fuckin' Yeezy? I betchu got some
J-Kwon. You ain't got no fuckin Yeezy?)
Came in the game like Speedy Gonzalez, I'm fuckin'
Looney
See these girls talkin' all that shit (what?)
I'm just tryna see some tits (what?)
Let's get it poppin' like, MC Lyte, around some dykes
Out this bitch like hokus pokus
And me and Lucas got a couple of pickles
And met up with bitches, gave 'em cum on their dimples
Then my dick went limp so, took about 3 pills of
Extenzo
Now my dick's longer than a 5 door limo
Harder than a soft right hook from kimbo
On PCP and cilantro, when I'm with your bitch I'm like
Where my dick go?
Now she think I'm bout to eat her hole
Encho and lada, I got a lot of that Preme and I'm
paying nada
It seems that I'm product placement but not I'm just
fuckin' awesome
[Hodgy Beats:]
I'm tired of these hoes (hoes)
I need a real bitch
To handle all the things
That I don't wanna deal with, oh
I said I need a real bitch
She buys her own accessories, and her heels sick
That's a real bitch
She really want me a lot, but she kills dick
Now that's a real bitch, and I'm a real nigga
And we the realest
Fuck real estate, we in the realest state
Counting paper bills behind the bill of gates
Peak out my Left Eye, look at her Chilli face
Could this be TLC, or is it really hate
I need a real bitch
Where my bitches at?
[Left Brain:]
Where my bitches at? [x4]
Yeah, man, a real bitch
She come home
Cook a nice little meal for a nigga, you know what I'm
sayin
A real bitch
Don't motherfucking run her mouth and shit, you know
what I mean
Real bitches wash the dishes, you know what I mean
Real bitches
Help out to pay the bills and shit
You know what I'm saying
Give a nigga a massage when they come home from a long
day at work
Some real bitch shit
Where my real bitches at?
[Taco:]
I need a real bitch
Who can make french toast and suck dick
She's 5'6" with firm tits
Went to UCLA until she met my dick
You wanted to be a doctor? I bet you did
But if if was a fifth then you wouldn't be my bitch
Making steak and bacon, that's your job, you stupid
trick
Your daddy's rich, indeed, now please hit your knees
My dick won't suck itself
If it wasn't for my cock, you would have bad health
You crave my junk
Kick-box lessons so you won't get pregnant
I pull that bastard out myself, on some real nigga shit
I trap, you suck, and the world fucking spins
Swag [x4]
[Left Brain:]
Riding with my bitch and you know she hella chil
Coachella, front row, baby girl pop a pill
Show me how you feel, bitch keep it real
Swag
[Hodgy Beats:]
Um, a real bitch
Let me see
She gotta have her own swag
Which means she's setting trends for all the bitches
out there
I see you
Um, a real bitch
She has to have
Her own motherfucking vehicle
And of course she paying for that motherfucker cause
she a real bitch
You know what I'm saying, she handle her own business
A real bitch
Don't play no games at all
Don't say no names
Don't say no pillowtalk up in this motherfucker
Wolf Gang needs real bitches
Swag
[Verse 1]
My window is a book and I'm a fuckin' crook
Stealin' phones to call home but the line is off the
hook
And if my mother answer, I'll ask her
What she wants on 25th because I'm chillin' with
Prancer
Rudolph, Adolf, Hitler
Rollin' with nineteen 88's like it's 1988
But my speakers are bleedin', the doctor's in uniform
Fuck cars I have a damn unicorn
That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't
need money
Where I can free at hand, eat candy with Easter bunnies
Where donuts equal water, inhalers and mushrooms
And we don't have cars, we have balloons and we zoom
through
Sound and the bass is astoundin'
The snare plays square no roundin'
Major ninth chords tower synth like it's Yao Ming
Kobe, imaginary friends, fuck homies (They don't know
The tooth fairy blow me, swallow don't shit this
With my Donald Trump hair piece you're an apprentice
You're fired and tired, you can't stay up like a limp
dick
If you think you can spit then I am the fuckin' dentist
My visions that I record, the instruments I adore
The happiness that I hoard (can't be bought) at liquor
stores
You faggots can buy chains but Utopia can't afford
And they sore on hatin' reality that I ignore
You can try to walk inside my brain but I close the
door
Fuck dogs, I roll around with my pet dinosaur
Yeah, Hodgy Beats (Drop it)
[Verse 2]
Fuck dogs, walk around with a pet dinosaur
Wing flaps on the back of my pet rhinosaur
Gold chains, 24, niggas must be shinin' more
The money gets closer when you seem to be grindin' more
And it feels better than a tongue-kiss
Carbonated with the flow, orange-flavored Sunkist
We musically grow unto the world like a fungus
Amongst this, playin' the piano like a trumpet
Little guy, but his words sound so humongous
Eat 'til you obese, arteries clot, need lunges
MellowHype from Ralph Lauren to the Hundreds
My crew cliqued up like Brady Bunch is
The captain that crunches, invitin' you to lunches
My nutrition have robots malfunction
I suggest you stay away from the factory
My breath chemical, I don't know how you'll react to me
It's a dog-eat-dog world so I double doggy dare it
Hold it in my hand as I stare it
Down, like a magnifyin' glass to a diamond with a karat
I read through niggas that bluff like a tarot
They copy my actions, I call them fools parrots
I'm the pyro with one eyelid that weareth
Long hair for wisdom while bitch mades nair it
I don't care if the heat I throw is unbearable
Just know, it's shareable, and there I go, where I go
I don't know, obviously I disappear
Close your eyes bitch, I'm all in your ear
I have your hearts as if I stabbed it with a spear
And wrote my flows with your blood smears
If you can't see a legend, I'mma make it clear: nigga
I'm right here
[Outro]
Golden grill, Cadillac Deville (Drop it) nigga we pimp
[Hodgy:]
Okay, welcome to my 12 bar
The beat, wears it like a kevlar
As I smoke my tree, medlar, South African
Coughing 'til there's pains in my fucking abdomen
I spit negative just like a halogen
My breeze more of a fucking masculine
The rascals win, killing them all with a javelin
Snakes, I'm just rattling, suit taylor never taddling
You niggas a bunch of squares, Madison
As far as real niggas, bitch nigga my battle's sick
On top of being talented, bitch I'm fucking passionate
I'm a golden curse, call me treacherous, treasure chest
Better yet, I'll build on to the beat like tetris
Remember me, forgetfulness, I am your correctionist
I stitched odd and future together like a leather vest
You fucking sweater neck, feather peck, rosetta checks
I put together decks and push for beef, If head for
less
I'm headed out to Sydney Australia with Tim Donnelly
He gets caught up at security, the TSA don't follow me
Tea parties are the shit, forty mags by the scones
I'm fighting for gun rights to shoot a nigga in his
dome
Click your fucking heels, there's no place like home
Cock back and blast off written on the tombstone, ain't
that a bitch
[Tyler:]
Let's see, what's wrong with me might be my fucking
tourett sy-
I need a vacation cause all this shit got me stressing
So after the showers with Sandusky, me and Sean
Kingston went and rented a couple jet skis
Lionel rolled the blunts up, so meanwhile me and Lucas
getting fucked up
You can smell us coming like a faggot when he hicks up
Listening to Common's last album to get pumped up
So finally asked [scratch] when I can get my dick
sucked
You know Casey Anthony, was handling
Dropping her kids off so she could come out and dance
with me
Wine in the pantry, wrestling on my trampoline
Learned some new chords while you uncreative were
sampling
I'm wolf, I spit flow-y partly
As retarded as the sound of deaf people arguing
You hold the future of the kid you daughter's gargling
Me, I have the odd future motherfucking sargeaning
(Tyler calm the fuck down)
No, I'm the fuck now
My poppa didn't give one, that's why I'm like this now
I'm still down to cut throat
And if another fan asks for a photo while I'm snacking
on my pizza lunchable
I'm 'a fucking snap like Berman when he acts right
Then have a mental breakdown and proceed to use a crack
pipe
OF will be done for, niggas will be dumb poor
Don't believe me, ok be right back, I'm headed to the
gun store
M-16's and them 16's came out of nowhere like your
kid's wet dream
What you mean old news, Oh you
Will you need us to fucking show you that we're harder
than finding a fucking snickers bar in whole foods
In a black hoodie, nose bruised and a gold tooth
Hoping the security guard doesn't hold you in custody
But luckily had a couple of guns with me
Like gay step mom, none of you motherfuckers can fuck
[INTRO: Hodgy Beats]
Ayo Mac!
Super Three!
Can you believe this bitch left me man?
Swear to god man, I mean like
She must be crazy or something
I'm Hodgy Beats, heh
It's all good though, like, I ain't trippin' or nothin'
I'm just gonna walk outta her house and do my thing,
like
[Verse 1: Hodgy Beats]
Stepping into my spaceship
Glass broken in, you could tell where the vase hit
She took my roses
And my proposes
She didn't like the smell, though they were sprayed
golden
My heart was way open
I gave token
She played the slots and left it way broken
Somebody need to fix this misfit situation
That I sit in
And I wasn't even pitchin'
I was catchin'
The hatred that miss was optimistically etchin'
I wanted her when she was fat back then
And I still want her
Even if she can't squeeze into Paris Hilton's under-
-wear, maybe you just don't care
Or Hodgy made himself to be there
What we shared was better than an eclair
While playing I declare, war
[Verse 2: Hodgy Beats]
Girl I'm so sore
The way that she left me hit me right in the core of
My heart
I don't know where to start
This is torture like she's tearing my legs apart
From the joint
It's not my fault
So there's no need to point
I need to roll up a joint
And burn while I reminisce on who I called ointment
I swear this is some doint shit
[Outro]
Hodgy Beats
Super Three
[Verse 1: Earl Sweatshirt]
So I'm guessin' there's questions that need addressin',
huh?
Like how we fresh in our adolescence and wreckin' 'em
Hand'em tracks, he destined to make a mess of 'em
Snappin' necks and records in matter of seconds check
'em son
Lost an erection and found it in an aggressive nun
Fuckin' chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and
done
No FX, in these doper than sess sessions son
Chillin' for a while on a pile of the rest of 'em
Let the crowd choose who can fuckin' last longer
It's the rap monger, rap monster Earl Sweat attack,
conquer
Lose least, niggas lost like the last blanca chica
That we picked up at the last concert
Please, get out ya seat, get out ya seat, verses
written with scalpels
He's the junior king standin' out shoutin' on the
balcony
How come he's not in counselin'? Fucka's loud while
he's sound asleep
Heard he was dope as Sour D, nigga was Courage
cowardly?
Stay Gold, alchemy, nigga we rap's Alpha Team
Mr. Teen and Mr. T with a mouth full of powder
And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the
doubters see
Now watch him count the bodies like bitches be countin'
calories
[Verse 2: Tyler the Creator]
Fuck with the Wolves, we startin' to bark viciously
Catch us in a pile of bodies where dead bitches be
Box Logo hoodies and goodies from buddies that
understand
That Bastard was buzzin' like Woody so we get it for
free
Had to duct tape the mother goose the mask was off
I stumbled down a hill then I had Jill jack me off
Harder than my dick when Taylor Swift is in my basement
Cause I've been doin' this since Pooh fucked
Christopher Robin, son
Wolf Gang knitted on my cotton like some smelly
Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin
Do not give a fuck I've got the swagger of a virgin's
dick
But if I did it would be bigger than Earl's upper lip
Sip sizzurp, Supreme on my shizzirt
I munch a bunch of tacos with Waverly's favorite wizard
The favorite nigger turned into Freddy Kruger
And this that raw shit, dead bodies chopped up in the
sewer
From the palms of Jeffrey Dahmer, baby mamas said the
kicks
Beat like the brown lip balm that was made for Rihanna
All you fuckin' bloggin' faggots yappin' up that extra
shit
I'll shove Bastard down your throat, regurgitate my
excrement
Them 2DopeBoyz is fairies they're Peter like
boysenberries
Meka scary, turn his white ass to a Jim Carrey twin
A fuckin' sausage fest will them shaky niggas get
married then
2DopeBoyz don't want beef, they're just overweight
[Verse 1: Tyler]
Hello, the hype is so mellow
Bitch I'm dope but my pipe is so yellow
The blue polka dots, pink stripes and it's pink on the
title
Nigga fuck your role model bitch, I'm my own idol and
If you can't face it my nigga, you can ass it
My accessorize accessories bring out my assets
Nigga they sound on acid, tablets
Stussy’s G-Shock with my custom pair of 3D glasses
I suffer from ADHD
I should win a fucking award for being me
Beat banging the tom-toms
My producer selection is fresh nigga, fuck Vons
Ace the underdog, thrown them on the back bender
Cause I change my outfit more than transsexuals change
gender
Eating Belgian waffles with Italian biscotts
I sold my soul to the devil for thirty percent off
And to you emo kids who walk around pissed off
Step one: pull your panties down and start to piss off
Step two: run to your radio, turn this shit off
Nigga didn't bother, so my father didn't help
So when my mom would beat my ass, she would always hit
With Gucci belts, Gucci imprint from leather welts
[Verse 2]
I'm so dapper man, funky fresh Dapper Dan
I'm your favorite rapper, fan, it's an honor to shake
my hand
On award tour, on excursions, I'm a virgin of swap
meets
I'm so pure, so sick it's no cure
I'm dope, where the fiends at? Aight, where the jeans
The hat, the crew, the t-shirt is Supreme
[Verse 3: Casey Veggies]
And they see me they play Pictionary
I got a good way with words like a dictionary
And in that dictionary my name is "by Fresh"
They at the same spot they making no progress
Becoming a good rapper ain't that easy of a process
Eargasms they have them
The hotels we staying in twelve star
Tyler say "Yo Casey just write a twelve bar"
If I'm with twelve people, I'm with twelve stars
You haters what up, you Gods
They against us? Oh no
[Verse 1]
White bitches, white girls, white drugs
Black girls don't do it but my type does
Fuck it in my white van, beat her with a nice white
nightstand
Until I give her gashes where it's nothin' but the
white meat
E-T-I-H, W's, double D's on her knees
White gargle yellow fuckin' bumblebees
Use whitey's as my dinner course for intercourse
So much fuckin' white make Darth Vader have a dimmer
force
But of course, I'm the white boy that shows no remorse
Pull up on a stark with enough white to kill a horse
Blacc Friday, fuck a Nigga Friday, umm
Wolf Gang make a white pregnant bitch wan' abort
Bring the remainin' red and white pieces to the fort
Odd Future, there wolves bang where a couple bears hang
With a white box logo with a couple stains
From a black creampie in a whitey, make it light gray
[Verse 2]
Oh wow, Obilivion stump
I do not know how that dead body got inside of my trunk
What the fuck? Gee Willikers and no I'm not drunk
I could have sworn that Budweiser can read fruit punch
Let you sip casually when you tryna lose calories
I'm not a murderer, this occurance that is happenin'
Cause sporadically damagin' my reputation
See I'm a good guy but when I see dead casualties
My penis gets erected and my nipples are such aroused
And the blouses of these bitches always end up in my
house
And three hours in the showers with the corpse
I've ejaculated enough semen to sink a boat what, umm
Riley's body is entirely covered and tied up
From my desire now look at the fuckin' irony
I killed my manager with an iron
All because the bitch finally decided to fire me
Back at Travvy's house even though that faggot admires
All because I heard that he was talkin' to Danielle
So now that I finally made that fags head handheld
He can finally help me masturbate and read fan mail
First letter says motherfucker you're dead
The king of comedy heard everythin' that you said
And Just in Time your head is mine
You crossed the fuckin' line like a dirty Mexicans
Second letter read hey son it's me
Fuck you, I'm a subject without my permission
Third letter quote hey Ace I'm addicted to coke
Wanna ask how I been so?
I make songs about shit for attention
Put them out randomly hopin' that I get some
I got problems in my head that I want, no
But I don't trust anybody, yeah no one
Savin' up 24 bullets with gun
Cause I got demons that I cannot let out, umm
Hopefully the next album can help me out
Cause I'm now, livin' this life with foolproof doubts
So, I just need someone to talk to, kinda rushed
[Verse 1: Hodgy Beats]
Karl Malone bring challenge from the eight passes
Hodgy Long one of them bastards that were head bashers
Yeah we Skate Mental, but the meaning of a Thrasher
Is the whiplash out that leaves you pussy niggas
fractured
I need meds from a mental institution
Before my brain is revenged, feel the fingers shootin'
They caught him screaming in a twine of mental looping
Take the garbage out back, I pay the homage in fact
I throwing T-Bones to these wannabe me clones and their
wannabe me clothes
Bitch I'm actually old
I spin ya like the cover we on
You're in between the pages
I'm 21 now been running these Fairfax blocks for ages
Organic for breakfast
We raging on stage its twelve-noon on my clock, engaged
for twelve gauges
I spit the plague, and don't believe it be a pagan
I'll send your wife dead photos of you taken by Sagan
Bitch
[Verse 2: Tyler The Creator]
This that weed shit, hot shit pissed off custodians
Get rich and marry fat bitch Lamar Odiem
I’m rich bitch, and y'alls jelly as that jar of
petroleum
That I had used when I eloped with him and 40 Mormons
I'm planning on firing Clancy, ain't no damn
controlling him, boy
You can't carry this gun Cannon Nickelodeon boy
My boy Domo higher than fat bitches sodium
And nuggets greener than the fucking can my Arizona's
I'm sneaking in your kid's ear lobe
"Oh, no! It's him! Goblin!"
Dropped like the soap in the tub
Now I have famous friends who like coke and them drugs
Dancing with me, Jerry Sandusky, and the Pope in the
club
Jerry's trying to get a tug but isn't paid enough
Now if he doubles it I'll tug it in the bathtub with
bubbles
And a rubber ducky that I got on tour Kentucky with
some groupies
Where I had got lucky with some sucky-sucky trust me
honey bunny
If you fuck me you gonna leave with runny nose
I be running in these hoes ain't nobody gotta know
No fucking fuck
[Intro]
CV, Hodgy, Odd Future, what up?
CV in the mothafuckin' place to be
[Verse 1: Casey]
Uh, yo, yeah, yeah, same-o, same-o
Young nigga about that grown dough, ya feel me?
Too many girls, but, hey, it wouldn't kill me
You gotta feel me, they can't even conceal me
Can't hide me, can't keep me at the bottom
I stay cool from the top to the bottom
I'm about the green and I forgot to eat the bottoms
We faster, full throttle
I got a lotta babies, I forgot to give 'em bottles
We so customized greatly, and that's my motto
We faster, full throttle
Give 'em big deals like winnin' the damn lotto
Rollin' rims in the whip, check my auto
Gucci G's [?] man, this girl's eatin' tacos
Flow's so cold, I'm oh Domo
Now you other rappers is fuckin' so-so, like
[Hook]
This is what we doin', I'm tellin' you it ain't funny
But this is for my niggas that's talkin' 'bout gettin'
money
(Talkin' 'bout gettin' money?) Yeah, talkin' 'bout
gettin' money
But this is for my niggas that's talkin' 'bout gettin'
money
[Verse 2: Hodgy]
Money is good, but it can be evil
Spell it backwards, live, keep it all cerebral
If you black, white, asian or hebrew
Just do what we do and get this money, people
You ain't gotta be equal or see-through
In order for you to be a rich negro
Here's a preview, Casey Veggies gon' do what he do
Hodgy Beats gon' let Super 3 groove
Odd Future is the crew, I'm cool
She you, we cool to touch me
She stands on these stool
And does tricks so fit, like Evel Knievel
Red button, don't press it, false alarm
Ain't nothin' I can't solve a check with
Guess what I ate for breakfast?
Money, cash, weed and [?]
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Casey]
Make more to the death like D-I-E
It's M to the Y and the C to the V
It's been like that since BSE
And it's still like that, this OBD
[Hodgy]
I'm tryna make Veggie R-E-E-N
Work should be a sport E-S-P-N
Cut the backyards if you Mexican
I'm hungry 'bout to grab more checks again
We talk about money, cash, feta
Gouda, mozzarella, Swiss, cheddar
Get money, get, get money
[Intro]
I got a brain I gotta think
Blue is purple and purple is pink
I gotta a brain I gotta think
Spilling this ink as I'm off of this drink
[Hodgy Beats]
I'm twisted, uplifted
Grey goose blifted, head dose and finger itchin'
Mind twitchin' eyes flickerin'
I'm on the mission to the counter I'm gettin'
More lickerin, in this system
Tried to pour it in my mouth but I missed it
No hang overs for tomorrow, I don't get sick
But this sick shit, I spit vicious
Ambitious ridiculous audacious
Suspicious malicious nutritious
Your's broken? Nigga fix it
Mine's cracked, lip stick
I'm cracked baking soda mixed with white girl
For the white girl you sniff it
Whiff this and get hit
To the new hot OF the lord Hodgy the new cop
With a Glock, clocked back and pop
Not a slop sprayer so the hater get shot
After while take a shot
Get me loose when I screw off the top, we rolling rock
Drinks on the rock like we on the dock
Cuttin' L's off the knock playing Xbox
While I'm in my socks rocking team blocks
Foxy like a fox, Chinchilla gorilla, this song knocks
I'm the king and it beats the queen
Left Brain on the scene and countin' up the green
He the principle I'm the dean
[Verse 1]
I'm going in, as if I'm tryna swim
Working on my game for you like I'm at the gym
Yamming on cats, hanging on the rim
I'm fresh from my Newbounds to the fitted brim
Beautiful is the synonym to your name
It's a shame, but you can't blame him
For saying that if she was a game I be playing that
Not playing that with strings attached
Red or blue, because I ain't banging that
I'm rearranging that fact, that I'm always exact
But today I'm going to extract the scent
The sugar from your sweetness
If I'm ever sick you're my treatment
I keep you warm if your place don't got a heater
As long as you seated with me in my two seater
Seventy miles per hour, new cheetah
In a wife-beater but I won't beat ya, Diva
New feature, cruise control
So I'mma sweep my feet up, I think I should keep her
Why? Because she lookin' like a keeper, yeah
[Hook]
Malaya, Malaya wondering how are you
I'm thinking that I should pick up the phone and call
Conversations lovely, never have to argue
Over the line it's all me and you know it's all you
[Verse 2]
I'm going in, as if I'm tryna swim
Dolphin on the surface you can tell by the fin
In the mix, Juice and Gin, slick on my steez, never
rusty like tin
Baby girl, I'm here to win, your game, it's a shame,
but you can't blame him
I wanna be in your A life like Tims, even if you don't
like them
I'mma just SB Nike then, if I was a food, I'll let you
bite in
You like my conversations, that's why you smiling
We can get alone, isolated on our own island, nah girl,
I ain't lying
I'm subscribing, trying to wake up to you in the
horizon
I'm full of surprises when you enter, so I'm
enterprising
Tell your Bin to come out from his Laden
The sun is rising and I'm advising you to pay attention
to my advertisement
I'm on my slicker material, satisfying, I ain't lying
[Jasper:]
I said Lisa you a stupid bitch
kissed my dad gave em herpes now
he got crabs from this last girl
this other girl too he kissed my
last sister sister last sister too
Lisa you dumb bitch you left me
for some other chick nigga
and the baby too the baby digs
you but mines a little small
I don't give a fuck
I look like a fucking frog
[Chorus:]
Lisa~
Stupid little bitch
Lisa~
Freaking hate you for this shit
Lisa...fuck her
Lisa...fuck her
Lisa...bitch
Lisa...
[x2]
[Tyler:]
Gave you what you want
Gave you what you need
Then I gave you kiss
now my penis bleeds
now I'm at the clinic
bitch, I'm stuck up at the dentist
this motherfucking relation
I hate it bitch its finished
You gave me raw
I gave you peace
Infection on your yeast
And you tried to fuck my niece
she only 7
but when she turn 11
y'all can fuck the indians for
hot dogs at 7/11
and you tried to give a kiss
now the little bitch got
herpes on her lip and
ear bitch listen you was it
I wasn't pimpin you, half black
how the fuck you gonna burn up all the chicken
You cant make kool-aid I'm so serious
no fruit punch so I had to drink your period
fucking buyin fake dildos up on my visa
huh, I was in love with you lisa
[Chorus]
[Casey Veggies:]
What's this bump on my lip
What the fxck is this yellow shit coming off my dick
bitch
I shoulda used a fucking rubber
lisa, bitch you told my your name was ronda
showed my little brother how to take an AIDS test
come to find out, my ass was positive
took care of all 7 of your kids
bitch fucked bobby brown that was her prerogative
sniffin coke, smoking crack
shoulda never fucked you in the ass
Bitch you a crackhead
-not in rap form-
everyone knows, we was all in the club,
and they was like, "ah",
and I as like (kissy noises)
and they was like this, and I was like, bitch, whats yo
name
shes like clean I'm like HMM
(distant) what happened?
I said bitch
[Chorus]
[Left Brain:]
Stupid ass bitch I can't believe you did me wrong
I gave you a kiss and I went to go home
I came back to your fucking house you fucking rat
Now I came back shoulda I don't give a fuck you stupid
fuck
Bitch you smell like ass
I gave you a kiss
I really love you bitch
Why you do me like this
I gave you everything like my fucking dick
I gave you money, cars and diamonds and shit
But I just see just below the bitch that
That you suck everyones mother fucking dick
I'm a roll 'nother motherfucking blunt with you bitch
Suck enough niggas like a std n shit bitch
Ain't taking care you no more
See your kids smoke more so get the fuck out the door
And get on your knees and suck my dick one last time
This one time suck it suck it like I fall off and shit
Lisa~
Lisa~
Lisa, Lisa, Lisa, Lisa (I loved you bitch)
Lisa~
I gave you everything I had
Lisa~
Bitch I let you fuck my dad
(Lisa) Timmy (Lisa) Tracey (Lisa) Keisha
Bitch
[Jasper:]
See, it was all good and stuff, and you just come
to my house and chill on my couch, but now, you gave me
everything
you had, herpes, gonorrhea, syphilis, I can't even give
my mom
a hug, shit (Hold on wait, wait, wait that bitch stole
my motherfucking base)
(She took my baby!)
(Nigga she took my baby!)
She took your baby? Bitch thats based
I'll stab this bitch with a motherfucking pencil
When I go get her, she gone get knocked
(and my dick fell off)
I loved you Lisa (you pissed me off there slut)
We loved you Lisa
You even fucked everyone in the family.
Can't even go to the family reunion, bitchhhhhhhh
Mmm Lisa bitch
Hee hee Odd Future, ahh shoot a nigga
(Odd future, I'mma say a shout out to my dirty niggas
in the dirty skatepark, skatepark dirty dirty, aww)
Aahh, okay okay
You can stop recording
Waitwaitwait one more thing one more thing one more
thing
Uhh, you still recording? Oh
[Intro: Hodgy Beats]
Oh shit, yea, shut up bitch
Bitch, bitch shut up
The fuck up, the fuck you talkin', shut the fuck up
Bitch
[Verse 1: Hodgy Beats]
If I was a dinosaur I would be a flexasaurus
Since you don't like what the fuck you heard, fast
forward to the chorus
Hodgy Beats, Odd Future, Golf Wang nigga, but there's
more of us
Coroner's out when they're killing the gorgeous
Diamond cut like what the fuck is flawless?
Tell the runner to go and get me some go
Cause I'm bubblin' on you horrors
I'm such a mystery
Mystery is more quite than a hipster Prius takin' a
trip to Egypt
Niggas claim to be scenic when I know they ain't seen
shit
I see shit fuckin' seasick, rain showers is what I
predict
My flow is like gymnastics, so
Beef flips, patty cakes, smoke a pound of dro for the
algae taste
Say whattup to my pinky, say hi to my index
Fuck all the hoes want middle finger, thumb take shots
like a pentax
Bitch I kill 'em all, you could just write off they're
death tax
Boxin' niggas out of the mic, punch lines, death match
[Verse 2: Domo Genesis]
I invented swag, fuck what these other niggas talkin'
'bout
Niggas wanna brag 'bout the shit that they lack
But the truth of the fact, it's all word of mouth
Talk a lot of crap, but ain't shit for sure
Bathin' Ape shit that I get for low
I don't pay much and I don't say much
But I still got a swag you should get to know
I flip a show, spend it on apparel
Spanish bitch tell me I look mucho dinero
Then she say she love me and I tell her I don't care ho
I'm in the fast lane with my foot on the pedal
Smash, I'm takin' off
Lot of niggas hate, but I shake 'em off
Put that hash in a bong, it'll make ya cough
And the purp's goin' down like the Lakers lost
Cause we them niggas, yea
Doper than the 80's, baby
Careful, I might snatch your bitch and turn her to a
wavy lady
Scare 'em when I'm taking steps
Sorry bitch, I'm paper, chase
When I get where I am, I want my demands
With my nuts in my hand, like fuckin' bait
[Outro:]
Yea! Balls in my hand!
Monster cock! Odd Future Wolf Gang
[Intro]
Once upon a time, there was a young man named
Hodgy Beats, OF, Super 3, Yes
[Hodgy Beats]
I live for the money so I'm present in the Green-age
Mutiny, like a turtle thats teenage
Look nice, but act ghetto without a clean face
M-V-P me like D-Wade
I'm a shooter, like a computer for the internet
As if its intercourse, I'm just not in it yet
My house like a sauna, I'm always in a sweat
Every time she's in my bed, she always gettin' wet
I wouldn't cum in sex for physical intellect
Break your ass, then your back, then your neck
He's a gangsta, you ridin' with a roller
Wagon wheel, cabbage patchy, pushing a stroller
Don't show holsters, unless he pullin' the toasters
Is that fish dead? Oh yes, he's a floater
Full of holes and I stay in rooms, full of hoes
Got Tyler lien to them all like Pinocchio, grow a nose
[Tyler]
Once upon a time, there was a boy that could rap
Rap, rap, let me talk my crap
[Verse 1: Domo Genesis]
Many men has met his fate, murder I premeditate
The world is low, the devil waits so I stay high as
heaven gates
See I'm on it everyday, minutes never go to waste
If ain't no profit on the way then we cannot negotiate
Scripture texts for holy sakes, who's tellin' what the
Lord will say
Until that day, I'll be tunnel vision on the paper
chase
Odd Future, fuck your feelings, check the score we
fuckin' winnin'
Check the list we in the building, stupid swag, Paris
Hilton
More potential, you's a liar, step up we will crucify
Head first, yea it's going down like a scuba diver
Need the fire, I'll supply ya, put the hire on the
block
Swag on deck, if you need it I be overstocked
[Verse 2: Hodgy Beats]
I'm a brother man with a swagger from the motherlands
It tells my hands and rubs my glands, I'm I'll as fuck,
bitch fuck your mans
Chingy chong, I'm in Japan, Chinch and Chong wrapped in
seran
Keep the bong hash in my canister, I'm headed where
it's handed first
Domo rollin' up, Left Brain already smokin'
You smell that loud ounce? Mary Jane has already spoken
My shades on, bitch I'm lokin', no need for
aggravations
Cause a fake nigga in his death bed will be fuckin'
collaboratin'
Kush escaped without a roller, high roller, no time for
strollers
Made it stoned because I'm workin' over, too many
posers tryin' to rob my bowl
I'm pretty sure Tyler will represent it, I fell asleep
before you bitch niggas present it
I'm fuckin' authentic, remember it, you motherfuckers
pretending
[Verse 3: Tyler the Creator]
Me and Leggo just skate at the mall
Next thing you know wildin' out at Watch the Throne
I had a dead phone so I gave that little nigga my cam
He snapped that shit, the motherfuckers went HAM
Like Miss Piggy cunt around Kermit
I'm like how many fucks can I get a day?
Fuck respect, I'd rather hang myself on the wall with a
noose on neck
Before I change to fit in your block, so I'll make sure
I cannot fit in a house
And I hate genres, fuck hip hop with their searching
cop high top flip flops
In the middle of the winter, y'all like fuck them kids,
like a weird babysitter might say
No diggity, I'm still tryin' to find it but I lost it
somewhere in Austin
In a creek with Dawson and this vegan bitch tryin' to
eat my sausage
That sounds awesome
Fuck these parties, I'm real awkward
I stand there, I don't know what to do man
I'd rather be at home with my crew and my new rooms,
staring at my brand new MoonMan
Listening to MF Doom and Wooh Da Kid and Bricksquad
1017
Shout out to Waka, rest in peace Slim
Golf Wang motherfuckin' triple six we is 3 twins
Free my little nigga sweatshirt
Gay name stitched into my sweatshirt
Bow down until your motherfuckin' neck hurt
Respect me. Do we run shit? Nigga, yes indeed
Cheesh and Chong, I need a bong
But I do have friends who got weed that's strong
I need and hockey, ping pong, a mini ramp
Throwing that tramp on a trampoline
(Have you heard the end of the Window?)
Nigga fuck the team
Hey, I'm just playin', I love you niggas
I hate these niggas, fuck these niggas
Fuck everybody who doubted me
The only ones I care about's the ones that surround me
Odd Future!
[Outro: Tyler the Creator]
Fuck all you industry niggas man
Y'all see me at parties, start comin' up sayin'
"We must collab" I don't fuck with none of you niggas
All y'all can suck my motherfuckin' dick
Fuck all you labels
Fuck every fuckin' DJ I hope y'all don't play none of
my shit
Suck my motherfuckin' dick
And don't come up to me at the next event
I don't want your fuckin' number, your business card
Fuck your company, I'm not performin' at none of your
shit
Don't ask for my fuckin' manager's email
I don't fuck with none of you niggas
Golf Wang, Free Earl nigga
Fuck yo mama, fuck yo mama, fuck yo mama,
fuck that bitch !
Fuck yo mama, fuck yo mama, fuck yo mama,
whoop that trick !
(x2)
I dont give a fuck, i dont give a shit,
I'll get a bitch, to suck my ELBOW
I got a sweater, and it's blue
I aint got one , i got three
I aint no gangmember , i aint no cuzz
but im wearin' all read prolly cause im a
yellow PERSON, and homie im screamin
i dont bust nuts, i fill yo girl mouth with white stuff
Fuck yo mama,(FOOL!) fuck yo mama, fuck yo mama
fuck that bitch !
Fuck yo mama, fuck yo mama, fuck yo mama
whoop that trick !
(x2)
I got friends that sell drugs, guess where we at ?
we at the . . . social hall, with them bitches,
hittin' them swishes
gimmie them lips and we givin them hugs
yall already know, we be all gangbangin'
already know that we got drugs
goin to the store,
prolly buyin' some pancake mix
i dont even go to the store
Fuck yo mama, fuck yo mama, fuck yo mama
fuck that bitch !
fuck yo mama, fuck yo mama, fuck yo mama,
whoop that trick !
Yea, what you know about wearin' a sweater
that dont match with my shoes like
homie, i dont play that shit
i got a gun, homie dont walk, you betta skip !
Fuck that trick, fuck that hoe,
i make money , i make chedda
you know who i am, you know where i be
you know plus 1 plus 2 is 4
All up in the club, now im at the door
you dont got enough, so i guess you want more
hoe, i eat chocolate and marshmallows
so that's a smooore .
Fuck yo mama, fuck yo mama, fuck yo mama
fuck that bitch !
Fuck yo mama, fuck yo mama, fuck yo mama
[Verse 1]
I'm rolling through Ladera in a Beemer looking cleaner
Drinking on the blueberry Slurpee, eating that fajita
My passenger seat is occupied by Senorita
And mother keeps on bugging me about wanting to meet
I don't really need her, I'm just tryna treat her real
nice
So later on, up in the night, I could go beat her
And make a lie about the gonorrhea
So she don't feel guilty about me wanting to leave her
That "fuck" on t-shirt print is cheetah
And I got that '87 bunny flow, like an Easter
Basket, you faggots, is plastic, like nerds with old
glasses
But I'm still liable to get my ass kicked
Conned-Sort actor, a Baby Milo addict in the attic
Where you losers can't get me
Nikon and the Canon, they were never the same
And please do not take a picture, I can't be seen with
you lames
[Hook]
Man, y'all some muthafuckin' lames
Man, y'all some muthafuckin' lames
Don't lie to yourself, y'all some lames
Man, y'all some lames
The Canon don't flash, y'all some lames
I cannot be seen with you lames
You mothafuckas is some lames
[Verse 2]
Can't stop for, flashing, like a cop car
Me and.. rock well, I'm a rock star
Fuck y'all the O.F. is banging on 'em
Custom curlex rolling while we're Ronald Regan on 'em
Y'all drug dealers, I Carl Sagan on 'em
Chop and screw Nas tracks, I got piano's waiting on 'em
My shirt is yellow, but the grill is gold
I couldn't take the Ritalin cause my therapist the pill
is old
I can't skate, but I guess that's lost control
I don't have sense, sorry I sold my soul
For some gold Bapes low-price, stale rate
Authentic, never fake, check the poll, our statistic
Stay with authentics, check my steelo
Cause my mob's goodie like we Ceelo
And he know, I am yes and even she know
[Verse 1:]
Follow the leader, bad senoritas in two seater's
She loves green, that's money, Mary Jane and Margaritas
The way it seems, the streets be looking at me like a
teacher
They hounding me, like desperate rappers waiting for a
feature
I ain't saying I don't need you, I'm saying let's keep
the pace
Should be back at your place, just being patient with
your feet up
They say he's so chill, how does he show no stress?
He can't see into the future, how does he know what's
next?
Seeing all of these steps that he's taking
You're mistaken if they say we ain't so complex
I'm tryna be in a blue coupe, you can't pronounce the
name
With a bad yellow bitch and she's singing Purple Rain,
so insane
[Hook:]
And people talking down on me, I don't really think
they should
They said they could do it better, I don't really think
they could
I ain't one for niggas wishes, but I wish a nigga would
This ain't as easy as it looks, I just make it look
good
[Verse 2:]
If it's politics, we're the presidents so presence
serves a purpose
It's obvious that we're evidence, you're paying for a
service
And I feel, you always think you're less than what you
can be
What does it mean if I think I'm the one these niggas
can't see?
Gang mentality, Odd Future is a family
My niggas thrash, I was always Anti, Plan-B
Did I lose you? I know I'm much more than you're used
Now I got these girls stepping out from their usual
So they tune in, T.I., see I, realize I'm a stand up
And these niggas realize they can't stand to see me on
So they lose their footing like they were gluttons with
diabetes
But fuck the bullshit, I'm just tryna get rich
With my middle fingers up screaming swag me out bitch
Black kid on the corner selling drugs, go figure
Salute them with 21 guns, I'm killing these niggas
Uhh, bitch
Oh, and Free Earl mothafucka
[Hook:]
And people talking down on me, I don't really think
they should
They said they could do it better, I don't really think
they could
I ain't one for niggas wishes, but I wish a nigga would
This ain't as easy as it looks, I just make it look
[Verse 1: Mike G]
Chucks on the feet, hundreds on the laces
You ain't sayin' nothin' 'less you talkin' big faces
Same on the T, L's on my jeans
Everythin' clean so I'm fly as angel wings
And I got a bunch of dreams but they don't mean nothin'
Bitches tryna kick it like they Vicki B's husband
See we stuntin', trees he be puffin'
Got nothin' on me, baby you don't need substance
And I ain't in pursuit unless she's Mike Jack Bad
Complex like math, smooth like jazz
Never lose my swag got my back like a sponsor
Iceberg cool still burn like contra
Name another nigga that could take off without a
launcher
Fresh, and all my bombs Adams like Yolanda
[Verse 1]
[Verse 2]
Probably the sickest nigga spittin' that isn't really
known
And they think that I'm from Houston cause I like my
music slow
Got a high school diploma, I'm gettin' every dollar
Rough neck nigga had to fix my collar
Wake up in the mornin' feelin' big like Texas
Death to any nigga tryna take my breakfast
No hesitation dog you shouldn't even bother
Ask my father even he know I'm a king like Arthur
Gave you a warnin', now you facin' hazards
Shit they fiend for I call it blue magic
Pure shit nigga I call it blue magic
Fuck Maybach Music, this is brand new Jag shit
Fuck Teddy Pain this is Teddy Pendergrass shit
It's like I've never been healthy, sicker than your
average
Game on lock, chain on the same
Screens in the whip and they goin' fall like rain
Ice in that bitch, so it's cold like hail
Like hell find a nigga that don't feel me like brail
[Verse 3]
Yeah, I'm a know-it-all, can't tell me nothin'
Greedy genius I just want it all like my cousin
I don't need it but I still take the cars and the girls
Went from bout gettin' the money to about gettin' the
world
I'm a real nigga man, I ain't dealin' with the haters
Only time I start writin' is when they run outta paper
Even then my flow sick, so I probably won't need it
Say you're makin' moves, but I probably won't see it
Nigga you could rap, but you like to front
See me in the 'lac, tell your bitch bring a blunt
My nigga I'm back, meet me in the front
Call this everything that's yours cause that's
[Intro: Earl Sweatshirt]
I know everyone has their own fucking version of this
But no one did it justice, so here we go, uh
[Verse 1]
Tell your bitch to stop complainin' 'bout her achey
tits
Her body is a temple, I don't give a fuck, I'm atheist
Make me stop, make me bitch, she mad because I taped
the shit
And sent the tape to Ace and Taco, helps 'em fuckin'
'bate to it
Master, master, pretty bitch bash a black and white
bitch
Mixed like she moo and chew grass or somethin'
I like the shit, I guess I kinda like my bitch
If she wasn't a dyke motorcyclist with Tyson lisp
Wolf Gang on that drive without a license shit
On that take Shake and Meka necks and fuckin' slice
them shits
Oh how nice, now you wanna say you like the shit
Because you bruised up, your neck sliced, and I ain't
icin' shit
Show me a rapper my age that say he nice as this
And I'll show you a faggot that says he hate Barbara
Streisand flicks
Huh, me and Berman swervin' in the jeep
But I'm a nice guy in person, but a pervert in the
sheets
And I'm magic with the words, murder Merlin over beats
Make the competition kiss the fuckin' curb and then
they weep
[Hook]
And then they drop, ha-ha
Drop, bitch, drop, drop, drop (Drop, bitch)
[Verse 2]
Yo, the lambs get silenced and the fans get violent
Droppin' live grimey like the hands of Odd Toddlers
Fuckin' Awesome arsenal of wolves in the pack I travel
The battle ram, rammin' 'em, rats get to tattlin'
Lynn swingin' axes at you antonyms of savages
And prayin' that it damages, your hobby's what my
passion is
Fuck that faggot shit, my niggas on that savage shit
Fuckin' the game and shovin' daggers through the ass of
Movin' on to a Jessica, plannin' to make a mess of her
After a couple drinks and a session of anal sex with
Like hey there intestines, my cock is erect next to ya
We the shit, like what you make, them niggas still
ain't fresh as us
[Outro]
[Verse 1: Domo]
Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free
Shoot for the sky like a church league, y'all heard me
Absurd G, chickens clucking for bird seeds
But I gotta apologize, no grease like Xerxes
Won't heat or burn me, I'm the coolest nigga here
Usually defecation, now I'm pissing in your ear
My tablet is the ratchet and the pistols in the rear
I'll bang if it was bangless, now the tracks no longer
here
Metaphor, chilling with better whores
Smoking then later on, I bone them like Skeletor
What would I sell this for, this is free distribution
Style, they straight jack it like mental institutions
Outfits is ruthless, now your bitch is choosing
She floating round winners, now your bitch you losing
Yeah, cause I'm the Super Sega Genesis
Salute me, game: invented it, and you can't get no
membership, little bitch
[Verse 2: Tyler]
Six hundred sixty-six, leave it for the tip
Of my dick, head, melon off and let it rip
Just like a cannon from the teen in Nick
That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette
Tyler the Creator invented some new shit
And it's probably from the Illuminati, Nazi descent, so
If I give a fuck, it's probably from my dick
When I'm Cheney in your daughter, she's tied up inside
a tent, yeah
Odd Future Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang presents
We're back like a black bitch's hairline, indent the
Shit I represent is killing niggas and shit
That's why I traded R. Kelly my sister for a new hit
I get it cracking like the lips of a nigger, actor
Or a Dahmer, when he invited me in for cheese and
crackers
Just to watch the Grammy's (Oh that's Taylor Swift) Man
she's so attractive
Now he's mad and tryna run me over out with Gacy's
tractor
Hop over, run backwards, with a knap sack of green
Supreme hats
Like I was sponsored up by the fucking Pack
Shitting on niggas, my tongue considered a laxative
Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like Rihanna lip
Back washing to my gang, you don't wanna take a sip
Fuck Wolf Gang, fuck what? Here let's take a trip
Take a look, to this bullet, now my finger slipped
My only purpose in life to kill myself up on accident
Freshjive, yeah I get it no charge
Dick soft as fuck, but somehow I go hard
Forearm with my gang name, that's an old carve
Chima Ferguson's bangin', you Ace niggas is Low Card,
Wolf Gang
[Verse 3: Jasper]
Niggas rolling deep, burners pulled out
Niggas in the street scared, cause I got the burner in
the hand
[Outro: Tyler]
That shit was wack, don't ever rap again in your
I'm a motherfucking asshole
It's natural to act bashful in the presence of niggas
with cash flow
I spaz ho, laying somehwhere close to where the grass
grows
Listening to jazz cause these niggas mad trash, yo
And that, kicking dust, my shit is ridiculous
Quickly put my dick in sluts who nose tend to be
sticking up
Silly niggas, give it up, no person is sick enough
The doctor needs to fix me up, fix me up
Miss nurse in the red shirt, I'mma need some fucking
head work
Talk you into anything, with talking, I'm an expert
Just talking to you niggas and it's sounding like my
best work
Best work? For now, yes With every drop I'm better
Better than the rest, these niggas apply pressure
These niggas, every verse is lyrically def to these
niggas
When that hearse drop, 6 feet death for you niggas
Many men opposing me, no success for you niggas
And I'm still on my bullshit, loc'ing with a full clip
That's the iPhone full of verses that I could spit
Preaching to the real, why he standing at the pulpit
Throwing middle fingers at the haters like, "what's
good, bitch?"
Nah, really, what's trilly hood, bitch?
Hair [?], nigga extra mayo
That's the Friggedaire billionaire Bruce Wayne flow
Show the fuck out, dunk on a nigga and just hang yo
I'mma boss, nigga, fuck what it cost, nigga
You wanna oppose me? Chalk up a loss, nigga
Get lost, nigga, out my vicinity
Cause I terminate your kind, lames is the enemy
And these haters won't get my energy
T the C, we did it, G
And I'm higher than an Asian score on SATs
[Verse 1: Earl Sweatshirt]
It's the pick of the litter
Mobbin' deep in the woods with six other niggers
Yellin' at the trees like hey, hi mister
I'm Life Litter's official stripe getter
Dig this, I'll get a shovel and strike sisters
And kick them when the handle starts diggin' in my
blisters
Sick, cynical, cyanide spitter
So when I kick rhymes, my victims die quicker
I'm broke, no cheese, my ho's cracker
Snort third verse of Pidgeons, I'll show you a dope
rapper
I'll shit on a nigger with no bladder
Then throw it in his eyes to show him he don't matter
The night creeper in a nice white Jeep
Here with three white divas who snort and like penis
I'm hotter than at least five heaters
In the middle of the summer with a sleeved wife beater
Pure bred degenerate, gentleman
Little Aryan nigga with hairy clit for dinner
It's Wolf Gang, triple six, niggas on that simple shit
I'm on a fuckin' spree burnin' bodies in a rental whip
Wolf Gang rad, no bum ass shit
So since the fans laggin', now they're tryna come back
quick
Ask from Dera to Fax, they say fuck that shit
We half African swaggin' of course we run that shit
[Verse 2: Mike G]
I been sick, since I was un-mixed and mastered
Blast them bastards screamin' fuck another rapper
O.F. soldier, Buffalo Bill, don't think I will
But I'm a gunner for the Bills like Tasker
I'm the cream of the crop
Officers in the trunk with six other cops
No way that I'll stop, they'll arrest me after
Fix the scene just to put me on screen like an actor
Shit, no need to tell me I know it's hot
As weather where them bitches wear bikinis with polka-
dots
It's overly overkill, because my niggas know a lot
About tapin' them, rapin' them, throw them overboard
from a yacht
So now they probably hate me but that's why the fuck
I'm here
And you really should man up, there's no need to be
sincere, faggot
Heard that you we're queer, why would you fuck with
Wolves
That'll leave you on the ground like your rap career?
So you don't want it don't start none
We're fuckin' Radical, been Fuckin' Awesome
Talked a lotta shit so for words you're at a loss
Raised enough money just to get someone to kill my boss
Now that's a fuckin' suit for hire
Hang her higher, light a fire, fuck my former
supervisor
I'm the truth, you're a liar, blue as clues, I inspire
[Verse 1: Hodgy]
Save all your letters and drop your tomatoes
Hodgy Beats, where he? Looking for a large payroll
Not dimes, nickels, pennies, pesos
I'm tryna stack chips nigga, peelin' my potatoes
If I'm not the biggest boss that you've see thus far
Take a look at the exquisite luxury cars
Big ponts being stuck into a Cuban cigar
Promethazine on the leaf only to get bizarre
We don't go to the club nigga, we post at the bar
Have conversation with girls that don't know who we are
With diamonds in our ears, looking like cube stars
I live a Matrix life and we cruise hard
[Hook: Casey]
And I swear I'm a fiend, dope fiend, I'm an addict
Crack music going hard, Odd Future got a bag it
Yeah, make it stretch like bubble gum
Eh, all the little females like yummy yum
[Verse 2: Tyler]
Now ugly girls get out, the light skinned girls about
Without a doubt you niggas don't amount to shit, no
need to count
Now bring the ruler out like Rick the Ruler paid in
full
I'm cooler than your cooler, got these hoes, now
where's my garden tool
Fuck 'em all, all them fuck with the Future
I back with Thrash Hard backyard beach cruiser, look
You niggas can't contain the thoughts that's flowin' in
my brain
It synthesizes skits oh neutron from steering paper
plane
And the white girls love me and the haters shove me
And push me until I beat the pussy up like it was ugly
And that's without the loot, niggas take the time to
tune
The diamond dolla's, bitch I'm complex like Einstein's
Rubix Cube
Look, I'm the truth, now stop daring me
Niggas kill yourself and decide to go back to therapy
And my right is right, my right is left, my left is
wrong
Now bitches throw your fucking bras off while I'll be
writin' my songs
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Hodgy]
Gimme a couple commas while I abreviate
The war between the pen and paper I aleviate
Alexander is Hodgy, cause I can be the Great
As long as I have a hundred mill' in the cheese steak
In a big breifcase like I won a sweepstakes
Odd Future got money out the ass for G's sakes
I feel like I can fly without wings on my back
This is crack with me, but this crack ain't whack
I got niggas hooked, yeah, the stadium packed
And I flip that like a gymnasium mat
His grind time, and I'm making it stretch
Why get less for more when you can get more for less
Pure for less, down, five three 18 thousand impression
If you comprehend what I recommend press send
If you comprehend what I recommend, Odd Future
[Verse: Earl Sweatshirt]
Sweatshirt, Domo Genesis, throwing chairs, killing shit
I'm half privileged, think white and have nigger lips
A tad different, mad smart, act ignorant
Shit, I'll pass the class when my dad starts giving shits
But as long as our relationship is turdless
I'mma keep burning rubber and fucking these beats with
burnt dick
Who that? Oh, that new coon John Cusack
A Mecca button-up, shoutin' bring Fubu back
Hands full of coke, mouth full of crack mu-zack
Odd Future on the doo-rag, guess who's back?
With no hint, we're egging with no tint
Plus there's a shotgun under the seat where your ho sits,
The Night Striker, I'm riding her, up-tying her
There's nine Vicodins stuck inside of the windpipes of
A little bit of sherm sure provokes the fucking fight in
She started biting cause I'm giving cock like it's advice
to her
Take that, I'm on top like wave caps
[Hook]
I got these bitches brewin'
Fuckin' up my gold pots
[Verse 1]
You like my songs, I like your tits
But deep down, I don't really like you bitch
You got a nice tongue and you wear a nice thong
But bitch you dumb as fuck to right from wrong
(Left) You're on my bed, but Simon's red
Now Simon says get the fuck out my life
Cause you're not my wife, bitch you're a stand for this
night
And you could be a stab for this knife
I'm seventeen, you're twenty-six
You're a divorced slut and you can't suck dick
You dropped outta college, you can't pay shit
But I'm broke as fuck too bitch, we on the same boat
Where's my inhaler? I think I'm gonna puke
Cause I can't believe I lost my virginity to you
Yeah, you was in it and I was in it too
But I guess I'm just gonna make this fish stew because
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
Bitch shake your ass, shake it until the wet sweat
Crawls right down the crack of your ass
Booty meets snack, back that ass up
Until you come back up and lick my sack up
I'm Tyler the Creator, hang with thrashers and skaters
I do sound like Darth Vader
But that's not stoppin' me from eatin' your muffin
I think you and your friends
Should come with me to get your salad tossed
Cause when I make this stew
In your gold pot addin' extra sauce because
[Hook]
[Outro]
I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots
And there's wet pussy on my face shake that ass
[Domo Genesis:]
Bitch
It's the five-nine taper phase; Sideline Laker game
High time save a page; They already know the name
Doms in this bitch I mean it's real shit taking place
Money still the motive and I'm clocking it like Flava
Flav
[Hodgy Beats:]
Let me take my scarf off five-four-three-two-one bitch
Hodgy bout to barf logs, I be spitting fire campin
makin s'mores
My flow be tramping like you whores I'm suicidal fuck
the door
I'm and if but and or
[Domo:]
Bitch what the fuck is you talking bout if you ain't
getting no money huh
Broke niggas is talking loud I swear you niggas is
funny bruh
We what the fuck is up 2012 clutch as fuck
Fast lifestyle slow me down double cup
[Hodgy:]
Old school visans rhyme ambidextrous
I switch hands five o clock when your bitch lands by
She will be quicksand better than the next nigga: this
Pockets swell up like a sick gland killing your whole
ambition
Bitch
[Domo:]
My hat says high cause that's exactly how I feel bitch
All I need is green grass and gold on my real bitch
Watch me get it nigga I'm a sell it real quick
Hodgy drew the master plan and Domo hit the kill switch
[Hodgy:]
I'm young fellow guy peddle by reppin MellowHigh
Girlfriend never settles why? To busy in the meadows
high
Out to Dena I'm fresh like I'm out the cleaners
Hardwood like an angry beaver I'm nuts like my fucking
t-shirt
Get it?
[Domo:]
A phantom you never hand a random rapper eating
cannibal
She can't refuse so I let her drink it like it's
Danimals
Handsome dude she wanna be with standing by camera
crews
I let her snooze and dream cause none of them wishes
tangible
[Hodgy:]
I'm balling like Benjamin it's all about the Benjamins
That's why people acknowledge me and I ain't even
friends with them
Call a ho then stall a ho I'm also dope across the rope
Catch my fate I bang grenades and beat your face 'til
it's off your throat
[Domo:]
Please shut the fuck up let me put this shit to sleep
The shit he speak got him all antsy like his Christmas
week
Silly me, riding with several bitches with slim
physiques
And I'm tryna see lights cameras action like Mr. Cheeks
[Hodgy:]
Army fatigue bake boxes for the league
No ghetto barrettes and weaves down to the sleeve for
the fees
If packaged she'll be petite know how to roll up my
weed
Her doing's doing the deed and she don't really need
shit
[Domo:]
They asking Domo "where you been? " They feel they got
ditched
Just look for the influence I be under that bitch and
It's a headlock when it come to that grip
You ain't never met a motherfucker done in that sick
[Hodgy:]
I'm the best thing yet the I'm the best thing next
I bet I'll mess with presets and jet around all these
vets
That don't know how to let go; this game is filled with
a bunch of grey hair dead souls
Promise 90 retro, ho
[Domo:]
Hey y'all get out of he way cause I'm going AWOL
Bitch lay off the gas that they giving your head tank
Thinking that you better than me will get you taked off
You either gotta win or go home, bitch it's the
playoffs
[Hodgy:]
More luxurious that a throwback with no low Jack no
driver but it got doormats
Zero to sixty in like 4 flat; you know any nigga that
own that
I ain't stuntin' I'm a youngin' me and my niggas we be
thuggin'
At our shows that we be bugging groupie loving and we
buzzing
[Domo:]
So meet me in the trap; it's going down
MellowHigh leaning like the jaw of Bobby Brown
[Hodgy:]
Cops arrest me for a DUI prohibition
We don't need you motherfuckers to stop and listen
The moment you've all been waiting for
Uh, say hello to the great one
Mixtapes for free homie, here take one
It might come in handy, a record deal was the best
thing
Y'all can hand me, my squad, the new Grammy family
Uh, but they ain't feelin' it, oh well, more bars, I'm
spillin' it
Every time I touch a mic they be like yo, your touch is
tight
Y'all's focus [?] slow shots, bash so hard and slow
Just like a robot, you not hot man
I'm sorry for the truth, Customized Greatly, killin'
shit
Casey feels sorry in the booth, uh
Flow's so sweet they put fillings in my tooth, yeah
Fillings in my teeth, Ace the Creator on the beat
Casey Veggies on the vocals got you niggas in a
chokehold, uh oh
Yeah, yeah, he's at it again, spread the word tell your
moms and your friend
Yeah, because I'm
Back for another one (Goddamn)
Back for another one (Yeah, because I'm)
The difference between me and them rappers
Is I wear clothes fresh out the wrapper
Undivided attention, the show's on
And no cancelled shit, it must go on
Nigga, volume, too, uh, turn up the volume, too
I'm crazy lyrically, come get at me seriously
Niggas know I kill 'em mentally and spiritually
I hope you're hearin' me, uh
First mixtape was hot, I hope you fear me
Believe that, y'all niggas didn't believe that he rap
And now y'all bob your heads to the things that he rap
Uh, y'all niggas didn't believe that he rap and
Now y'all bob your heads to the things that he rap
This nigga hated and she clap, no handshakes leave daps
Back for another one (Goddamn)
Back for another one (Yeah, because I'm)
Damn, back for another one with robots
I'm so hot, you're cold, now here's a fucking sweater
Look, I can't have no other fun
With my pops probably cause he out with his other son
But, I'm super steezy like my last beat
My bitch super greezy like her lunch be granola bars
I spill healthy verses, call 'em granola bars
Now every bitch wanna eat her Casey Veggies with no
salt
Now it's so crazy, other people than my moms is callin'
me baby
My nigga get ya hopes down, you couldn't persuade me
To collaborate with you niggas, ya lyrics is lazy
I'm undefeated, but the suede shoes is Puma
I'm the cancer and the tumor with the drums and the
tubas blastin'
I'm a crook and it's a castle
If I am the shit, then I'm guessin' my mom's a asshole
Back for another one (Goddamn)
[Intro]
You know at, at times I wanna be real, real positive
When I feel real negative, you know?
I just wanna be on the grind
I am on the grind, what the fuck you doin'?
[Verse 1]
Is it difficult to ship a boat?
Is a ship a boat? Bringin' in shipments
Odd Future equipment, check my statistics
Wipe off your lipstick, lips around this dick
Money make all the hoes swallow
And money move the crowd and make the crowd follow
Money translates from Eastern to Gallo
Struttin' life's runway you coked up model
Niggas like flossin' until they floss ya
Busy eatin' got you feedin' burrito with salsa
The problem that I have with me is me
Where I go I'm being watched like channel Disney
Boomerang motive of a frisbee
Once he's going he's not coming back is he? Nah
[Verse 2]
I get to the point, absolutely pissed
Cut you off like a hand, absolutely missed
Can't shake it, the pain can't fake it
Life and love is like food, you eat it how you make it
Sound like I'm saying the same shit you don't
understand
Love in my right feet and you the other hand
My cap snaps back like black rubberbands
The fact that I'm black and I rap brother man
Put me above the ladder, steppin' on bladders
Fuck family matters I'm a bad black caffer
Plus I'm a bastard, where's my male figure?
I might as well look up to the white male pale nigga
Grape to the wine-side, eyes to my blindside
No emotions, my feelings are dime-wide
I'm on some new shit, some true shit
Man, I feel like, I'll win a Grammy, y'know?
I had a, a dream, y'knahmean?
Right now I'm livin the first scene, y'know?
This gon' be a long thank you, umm
Thank you to, Left Brain, Hodgy Beats
Casey Veggies, Super 3, Matt Martian
Mom, I love you, I made it!
The whole family, shit umm
Devon, Shaun, R.C., Juan
Chris, Robert, Randy, Aaron
Jasmine, Jackson, Taj, Grand
Christina, Milan, Geo, Yan
Ice, Skyler, Daniel, Mookie
Mars, Urbie, Josh, Jason
Domo, Katano, Brandon D'Shay
Uhhh...
Big ups to Soul Banana Crew
My whole Grind Time Family
Kicks Material, Ill Boss, Switch
Erykah Veggies, Casey Creation
You know all the blogs that held me down
Big ups to all my niggaz at the DIRTY! man
Dirty! Big ups to HypeBeast, all my niggaz on Hype Crew
Got mad love for Hype Track
Thomas Warlowe what's good?
Eric Costin, K.B, old T.K. I mean the crazy one
Lizard King, I I remember when I first saw Brandon Beeble
Umm, y'know shoutout to Harold Hunter
That nigga, he he informs me so much
Darrell Stanton, yeah right Fully Flare, Baker 3
Mystery, take that, Atmosphere, Ride the Sky, Bakai
Umm Supreme - whattup to my Diamond Fam?
French Josh Rick I see you, BBC Ice Cream
Ralph Lauren Peg Leg S, everybody at Media Arts
The best magazine in the world other than Odd Future
Mass Appeal, XXL, Thrasher
What's up to WingStop? The 212 bus
"In Search Of" "Fly or Die" "Chronic 2001"
"The Love Below" "Wonderland" "Voodoo" "Play As You Like"
"Blueprint 2" "Lord Willing" "Marshall Mathers LP"
"Badu-ism" "Devil's Night" "Love Deluxe" "Diamond Life"
"Chemical Chords" "Irving Hang Sue" "Chrome Children"
"Customized Greatly" "Welcome" "Love Angel"
"Funk Oddyssey" "Flood" "You Think You Really Know Me"
"Get Rich or Die Trying" "God's Son" "Gorillaz"
"Kid A" "The Hollywood Recordings" "In My Mind" "Justified"
"Just Listen" "Shades of Blue" "Momma's Gun" "Midnight Marauders"
Uhh "Clones" "Off the Wall" "Rhythm 'n Gangster" "Volume 1"
"Producer Danay" "Who's Jill Scott?" "Evolution Of" "Special Herbs"
"Tropea Blue" "Under the Cherry Moon" "We Got it 4 Cheap"
"Back to Black" "Word of Mouth" "The Documentary"
It's just so many to name man, umm
Adult Swim, uhh Fresh Prince, Magic School Bus, Reading Rainbow
90's Nick, Dave Chappelle, Chris Rock, Eddie Murphy, Will Smith
Terry Richardson, Square Pixel, Teena Tyrell
Krank, Hitler, Mussolini, Stalkin, M'butu, Nixon, Reagan
Clinton, Obama, Mark Ryten, Rick Rotney, Tetris - what Sonic!
Grand Theft Auto, Mario, Salvador Dali
All the porn in the world
Belly, E.T., Dr. Seuss
Let me tell y'all niggas a little motherfuckin' story real quick
Once upon a time, there was this group of dusty ass motherfuckers
Create a little group for themselves, they call themselves Odd Future
The motherfuckers made a motherfucking tape, Odd Future Tape Volume 2
You know, that ugly ass nigga Tyler with his bitch ass
I should fuck that nigga up when I see him
Nappy ass hair
Left Brain, that nigga ugly as fuck, big ass nose
Syd gay ass, puttin her clit on other bitches nipples and shit whatnot
Matt big ass, big ass nigga with some small ass earrings, bald
Mike G, crusty ass
My nigga Earl ugly as fuck, let's have a moment of silence for that nigga real quick
Fuck silence, fuck that
My nigga Jasper, dirty fatass, that nigga boxers stink
My nigga Frank. Fuck, fuck Frank, nigga, fuck him
Taco, ohhh, young bitch ass, I should, I, fuck, I hate all these niggas
And you know, that little short gay light-skinned nigga and that fatass nigga Domo
[Verse 1: Domo Genesis]
This life is a game, if you wanna play
Then count all your own mistakes
Livin' it with no delay
So fast I'm getting growing pains
Father didn't show me my instincts to take the open lane
I go insane
All these problems coming with my growing age
Blowin' haze
Trying to clear the doubt that's sitting on my brain
I don't complain
But the kid inside me's feeling so restrained
Gotta stay golden
Let desire rekindle the flame
Searchin' for the Fountain of Youth, when I'm free in my brain
[Pre-hook]
(Bring in the horns) You hear that f*cking brass?
(F*cking brass, n*gga) That's little boy nigger with the trumpets
Marchin' with the bandwagon
Looking for his heart, no sleeve
But his hand carry muskets
Working in the meadows, Oblivion
Motherf*ck Geppetto
He's a leader, not a puppet
Some professors nutty, you're the Klump's dick
So think before you blink, and "Aye-Aye" make assumptions
[Hook (x2)]
N*gga's!
(Go left! Go left! Go left, right, left! )
N*gga's coming!
(Go left! Go left! Go left, right, left! )
[Verse 2: Tyler, The Creator]
They want a story, a story
I write the sh*t that I find very amusing
Cuz all the other f*ckin' stories are boring
It's really awkward to know, that a bunch of kids do adore me
It's like I fathered these f*ckers, so you will find me on Maury
I'm still a kid in my heart, so I have a problem maturing
But it will come from experiences and sh*t I see touring
I'm like a birdman, I'm soaring, really high
And I'm really horny, from watching this porn
Nope
[Pre-hook]
(Bring in the horns) You hear that f*cking brass?
(F*cking brass, n*gga) That's little boy nigger with the trumpets
Marchin' with the bandwagon
Looking for his heart, no sleeve
But his hand carry muskets
Working in the meadows, Oblivion
Motherf*ck Geppetto
He's a leader, not a puppet
Some professors nutty, you're the Klump's dick
So think before you blink, and "Aye-Aye" make assumptions
[Hook (x2)]
N*gga's!
(Go left! Go left! Go left, right, left! )
N*gga's coming!
(Go left! Go left! Go left, right, left! )
[Bridge]
(Erer-erer-erer br-bring in the)
(Erer-erer-erer br-bring in the)
(Erer-erer-erer br-bring in the)
(Erer-erer-erer)
Where's Tyler?
[Verse 3: Tyler, The Creator]
Bottom of the countdown
Sh*t ain't been the same since I found out
Hodgy Beats ghost wrote for Bow-Wow
Now I'm the loud, shot, body-styled, foul mouth f*cker
That your teenage kid, likes to bow down
Riding around town in Seattle
With the same shotgun that Kurt used to "Click-Clack-Boom-Pow"
Still suicidal, but some assume that I'm cool now
Cuz I got a f*cking award in my own room now
Nope, but I can flip sh*t like a couch pillow
And have my death silent like a loose vow
The bandwagon turned into caboose, so
So, don't let that little nigger trumpet lose sound
[Tyler, the Creator]
Wolf fuckin Haley
I'm not fuckin crazy, fuckin crazy
Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang
Okay, it's my turn to rap (do that!)
Fuckin modern day Ian Curtis I oughta been
The motherfuckin (Bull)s was hotter than a Dennis (Rod-
a-Man)
All the men and girls was tied up inside a cottage and
Raquel, Riley, Brandon, Alexis fuckin Milan and them
House's egg yolkin, muh'fuckin ain't jokin
Throats chokin hulkin that muh'fuckers like I'm Hulk
Hogan
Halloween at Neverland Ranch? I'm Macaulay Culkin
Fuckin Superbad swag when I murder Seth Rogen
I'm sick, this asthma, takin six Robitussin
I'm fuckin this game up; no Trojans for the semen
On the boat you better vote and fuckin pray
Even though the Pope is bogus
Even though I'm hyped the dopest, 2Dope don't wanna
post us
Copy all we are off how we all are rockin
And they kosher but don't trip my pockets got a loaf of
that
I'll show you how you're 'sposed to rap
Yeah, for the blonde bitches
They say they enjoy the vision
I'm the man now the boys missin from the decision
My television is eclectic
How can he move on Waka Flocka back to Joy Division?
Yeah, I said that I received info now the surgeon's
missing
Probably cause I dressed up as a nurse
Went it to his office, gave him his cup of coffee
Aw, now he is feelin nauseous? Buzzin me to walk in
Takin all the doctor calls, ask her to prescribe
a bunch of shit that he can munch and such
He asked what was in the coffee, I just coughed a blush
What'chu say? (Hey! Wait, you'rer not! WHAT THE FUCK!!)
Hit him with the uppercut then cut him up
with the roughest tools, and I found out the Wolves had
aten some sections of ugly sluts
Fuck! Now I got blood on my new fuckin sneakers and
stuff
Fuck it, storage room where this doctor's gettin his
body stuffed
By this fuckin awesome thrashin African that's
marvelous
With green Supreme hats, smoker's head, it was a pot of
luck
I love Taylor Swift, date rape sirloin
In a wife beater with a Chris Brown iron on
Bitch, I'm tighter than a stogie and a lighter
The cuts that's on Taylor or the Braces when I bite her
After that I will retain her from leavin gaps and
gashes
when I brush her with the rubber bands leavin gummy
rashes
Laughin gas, pass her out, fool beat this
Cause I'll do to her what my father didn't really give
And that's not hard to figure out but just in case it
I'll make it really hard to get it out, if you catch my
drift
[Tyler, the Creator]
Are there any, ugly girls in the audience tonight?
[howling and yelling] Umm
This is for all the ugly girls in the audience tonight
This is for all the ugly girls in the audience tonight
This is for all the ugly girls in the audience, tonight
This is for all the ugly girls in the audience tonight
I hope you... yeah you... you ugly bitch
Cause this is for all the ugly girls in the audience tonight
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