I like my girls skinny with brains
I like my hoodies fucked with lane
I like my friends imaginary with no names
And I make music for the fuck of it, no fame
Aim, shoot, the gun of love, round
Tried to find ammo but it's none around town
So I went Down South but I ended up North
Uptown sittin' on Cloud 9's white porch
And of course, my car's off course
You're so white, my blinkers don't work
I'm tryna let the force, be with you, I get you
Music is my first, but I contemplate divorce
You make a nigga sing songs nice
You make a nigga's night turn day
And you make the flowers sing say turn green yellow
It sucks that I didn't get the chance to say hello
I wanna eat you out like jello
And mess with your body like the base and the cello
And tell your mom I said hello, you wanna go to prom?
(Nigga hell no!)
Fuck (Shit) and another one, and on another one
Another love song about shit
And I'll be rich if I get another diss
And maybe Cupid won't miss
I like her L-I-K-E, the only difference is she won't
fuck with me
But she will fuck with that vegetable with the hairs
full of X's and O's
I wanna tie her body up and throw her in my basement
Keep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face
went
(Tyler, what you doin'?) Shut the fuck up
You gon' fuckin' love me bitch
But all I really want is a kiss on the cheek
In private, not public in the streets
And your cupcake I will eat and your toes
Cause I got a big fetish with the feet
I just want somebody I can see
You can be a gold digger, you ain't gotta love me
I'm serious, I don't ask for much
Your heart literally is what I do want for lunch
Now this shit is turnin' to a habit
I'm the Burger King, I gotta have it my way
And truthfully girl you really make my day
I would probably kill myself if you told me you was gay
And I can't even look the other way
Your aura is a magnet, my eyes a metal bag, it's
attractive
L-O-L laughin', you're a gold Oscar and I'm just actin'
And I want your sin in my hole, and have our kids play
supportin' role
Climbin' up the pole, Jack and the Beanstalk, bitch
it's gold
And I was in loath, I would never get over you, ever,
Sarah
Another love song about shit
And I'll be rich if I get another diss
And maybe Cupid won't miss
Half your body layin' on my chest
The rest is in my stomach, that's includin' your breast
And I'mma just take another guess
Now you probably wishin' that you woulda said yes
Am I crazy? Maybe, but fucked up is how I been lately
Shit, I don't give a fuck, your family lookin' for you,
wish 'em good luck
Bitch, you tried to play me like a dummy
Now you stuck up in my motherfuckin' basement all
bloody
And I'm fuckin' your dead body, your coochie all cummy
Lookin' in your dead eyes, what the fuck you want from
Featuring: Hodgy Beats
[Intro: Tyler]
Nigga had the fuckin' nerve to call me immature
Fuck you think I made Odd Future for?
To wearin' fuckin' suits and make good decisions?
Fuck that nigga, Wolf Gang
[Verse 1: Tyler]
Who the fuck invited Mr. I Don't Give a Fuck
Who cries about his daddy in a blog because his music sucks? (I did!)
Well, you fuckin' up, and truthfully I had enough
And fuck Rolling Papers, I'm a rebel, bitch, I'm ashin' blunts (Sorry)
Full of shit, like I ate that John
Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong
Let's buy guns and kill those kids with dads and mom
With nice homes, 401k's, and nice ass lawns
Those privileged fucks gotta learn that we ain't takin' no shit
Like Ellen Degeneres clitoris is playin' with dick
I'm jealous as shit, cause I ain't got no home meal to come to
So, if you do I'm throwin' fingers out screamin' "fuck you"
I got ten of these Kennedy's
Not Dom, but if I was a Dahm, I would be Jeffery
'Preme hat the color of a leprechaun with leprosy
I'm fuckin' 'bout it, 'bout it, like I'm Master P in '96
It's fuckin' immaculate, they way your daughter smackin' dicks
Surprised she hasn't taked the nasty dick inside her alley you
The Golf Wang hooligans, is fuckin' up the school again
And showin' you and yours that breakin' rules is fuckin' cool again
I'm goin' harder than a midget jumpin' over me
Chronic youth, I'm shovin' blunt wraps in bitches ovaries
Punches to the stomach where that bastard kid supposed to be
Fuck a mask, I want that ho to know it's me, ugh
[Hook:]
Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang
It's the Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang
It's the Wolf Gang, it's the Wolf Gang
It's the Wolf Gang, Golf Wang
It's the Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang
Wolf Gang, triple six crew
It's the Wolf Gang, Golf Wang
Wolf Gang kill them
[Verse 2: Hodgy]
My love is gone for you mommy, you could ride in hearses
I'm sick in the brain dumb bitch, can you nurse this?
You told me life would never, ever, ever get this perfect
Then you smoke a J of weed, and take his kids to the churches
Uh, fuck church, they singin' and the shit ain't even worth it
In the choir, whores and liars, scumbags and the dirt, bitch
You told me God was the answer
When I ask him for shit, I get no answer, so God is the cancer
I'm stuck in triangles, lookin' for my angel
Kill me with a chainsaw, and let my balls dangle
Triple six is my number, you can get it off my Tumblr
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Hodgy]
It was hilarious, well it ain't fuckin' funny now
I'll push this fuckin' pregnant clown into a hydrant stuck in the ground
I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fuckin' pounds
"My baby daddy shoot bricks, the nigga also shoot rounds"
Cause if I shoot blanks, oops, thanks
I'm right back in it dead yummy and her mildew stank, uhh
[Tyler:]
Free Earl, that's the fuckin' shit
And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks
Um, Wolf Gang, that's the fuckin' clique
Golf Wang kill them all nigga, triple six
Fuck 2DopeBoyz, all them niggas bitches
We don't need y'all, The Fader's who we really fuckin' with, bitch
[Outro: Tyler]
And we don't fuckin' make horrorcore, you fuckin' idiots
[Big Trouble (Tyler The Creator):]
Y'all better watch out
Cause big trouble's on the mic now
I knock all of your lights out
With my verse, y'all be cursed, explodin' like some fireworks
Bow!
[Blitz Comet (Tyler the Creator):]
Blitz Comet on the scene
You step to me and you're gonna get creamed
Corn all up in your teeth, you reek
You're the opposite of chiq ya freak
Your rhymes are like antiques, nobody wants 'em
They throw 'em all away
Right from the get go like your brain is on delay
Matter of fact, yo, you better get a checkup
Go ask your doctor, why you be so ugly from the neck up?
[Pops:]
Excuse me
A hug can be the most wonderful thing
Two arms wrapped around you like a mother's wing
But we're so selfish when we are blue
Doesn't a hug deserve a hug too?
Thank you
[Alpha Dog (Childish Gambino):]
Yeah, Crew Crew's comin' at ya
Say it twice, don't forget it, y'all better catch up
To where we're at
You're behind the times, can't compete without your rhymes
So you better say your goodbyes
We got Francois, Blitz Comet, B-Tron the Jersey kid on the beats
You know we rocks it, Demolition, the dopest girl on the mic
And Alpha Dog, I bark the truth, my verses be all nice and tight
So now you know who we are
Crew Crew is the crew shining brighter than a Quasar
But you're bizarre
Yes you sir, are a loser
So cover up that freakish dome and head back home and take your poems
[Rigby:]
Hey Mordecry, or I mean Mordecai
Didn't mean to diss you, please don't run away and hide
Saw you sobbin' at that movie A Very Happy Bride
Here, I'll pass you a tissue, try and have some male pride
Cause the ladies don't like your sensitive side
Like Margaret, for example, but I guess that's implied
She won't get with you, she just won't get with you
Never gonna get with you
[Pops:]
What is this place, this magical field
It's wide and it's open, nothing's concealed
It's scenic and peaceful for us to enjoy
Why, this is the park! Good show, old boy!
A place of great [beauty] (undefined) for plenty to use
It inspires us all, so go spread the news
To man, woman, child, or begging cowboy
This is the park! Good show, old boy!
The key to this place puts a smile on your face
It is the people that it does employ
Why, this is the park! Good show, old boy!
[Skips:]
Mordecai Rigby
Friends don't let down other friends
You guys are losers
[Pops:]
Your attitude is unappealing, some would say quite rude
Your shoes are... colorful
[Alpha Dog (Childish Gambino):]
Come on tough guy, why are you tongue-tied
Watch out everybody, looks like grandpa's 'bout to cry
[Mordecai and Rigby:]
Weathering a righteous storm, the rainiest of days
Friends stick together through thick and thin, always
We're sorry Pops, we were acting like fools
We hope you can forgive us for being complete tools
Your poems aren't lame, they're really works of art
If we're gonna win this battle, we gotta do it from the heart
[Pops:]
Let's do this!
Beauty is in the center of all that you see
Simple, yet complex and fully textured
And beauty be a part of all that you be
For you are the best rhymers that I've ever heard!
[Demolition (MC Lyte):]
Why you talkin' 'bout beauty man
Don't understand what that's got to do with you, fool
You guys are like spoiled hams in a can
Super bland, expiration date's overdue
[Rigby:]
The canning of meat is quite a sweet treat
So thanks for comparing us so
Your words are inspiring, ideas so concrete
You really put on quite a show!
[Blitz Comet (Tyler the Creator):]
Okay, hold up, you wanna talk words and verbs?
But your face is distracting, so ugly it bugs me
Take care of that mess and sweep it under the rug please
So trust me, you're only taking matters from bad to worse
Only solution is to turn around and reverse
[Mordecai:]
A gift to us, new perspective on things
Life looking different from where you stand true
So much to discover, so spread your wings
And take flight for a birds-eye view
[Alpha Dog (Childish Gambino):]
Okay, this be gettin' serious
You guys are delirious, are you hearin' this?
Talkin' 'bout positive things, but you ain't got no game
And it's plain to see, your strange to me, cause we be
Shining like diamonds, y'all be petty cash
Nice mustache, conquistadors be wanting it back
In fact, what are you?
A rat, a squirrel, some kind of fat meercat who thinks he's rad
Your bird friend's dropping words absurd again
Useless [?] rhymes that expose the nerd in him
You think Alpha Dog is gonna lay down and let you win?
Head be all inflated, I guess, just like a giant blimp
[Pops:]
It's been some time since I felt this way
Challenged by such worthy opponents
Your rhyme-scheme is good, but you're missing a few components
You may say things that hurt, or some that will sting
But for you, it's all just posturing
Look inside and be true to some real feelings
And the world will be yours, I'm assuring
So I thank you, good sirs, for this great contest
It's certainly been lots of fun
But there's nothing you can say to put me to rest
[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 me)
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'm a make it clear: nigga I'm right here
[Outro:]
Golden grill, cadillac deville (drop it) nigga we pimp
[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 zerse leaves
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 Skelator
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 gaining into 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 probably from the Illuminati, nazi decent, so
If I give a fuck, it's probably from my dick
When I'm chaining 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 Jason's tractor
Hop over, run backwards, with a nap sack of green Supreme hats
Like I was sponsored up by the fucking Packers
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
Fresh jive, 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 carb, Wolf Gang
[Jasper:]
Niggas rolling deep, burners pulled out
[Intro:]
I'm recordin' that shit on the fuckin' little mic
By the little camera thing on the fuckin' Mac book
So this shit is choppy and bad quality, but fuck it
Wolf Gang, Ace Creator
[Verse:]
Somebody tell Justin Beiber that I'm fuckin' cummin'
Ain't no point in runnin', I'm a nigga, just a little eager
So I catch him stretchin', have him guessin' where his cracker throat
Chop his balls off and use his skin to make a baby coat
Ain't he dope? No, he the same as shit that Tyler wrote
This is Ace, Wolf is in the back with Travis snortin' coke
Riley's here, Connie's dead, pickin' pussy pisses pike
She won't leave, dick as big as Kelly Price's appetite
Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin
Make Queen Latifah and Sydney go slap a couple dykes
Wrap around 'til they hit the ground and they hear a sound
That doesn't make sense like nigga kids wearing cap and gowns
This my album, and when your parents try to come around
Do the fuckin' exact opposite of turnin' it down
And when they try to get parental and start talkin' loud
Tell them that you're from the Wolf Gang and you're fuckin' proud
Then start barkin' loud 'til the neighbors wanna calm you down
But call the pigs, will probably come in bout a half an hour
Tell them that your sorry, you're a cow, took a fuckin' shower
But make it in time for shitty re-runs of Rocket Power
This is the shit that is makin' me cynical
The clinical attempts at schizophrenia's critical
Fuckin' voices follow me, emulatin' like twitter roll
O.F. is the coldest thing, and I'm the fuckin' general
So when I mention suicide, I'm being Mr. Literal
The Pope inside nine capsules, fuck it let's split a roll
Life is like a phone booth, these pigeons is the fuckin' toll
1-800-fuck-this-shit
Seven years old in my heart, so I'm stayin' gold
But when I fuckin' go, Lucifer will probably have my soul
It's hot down there, fuck that, bitch I'm hot as coals
Out the microwave, mixed with a bowl of yellow raviol
And a firetruck and Arizona durin' summertime
In a turtle neck, thermal jeans, spit purple wine
Wolf Gang pete and gon' live, running outta time
The fuck I give is the same as the next line
[Outro:]
(Fuck everything) That's what my conscience said
Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead
So the only guidance that I had is splattered on cement
[Verse 1:]
My life? Screw it, with a drunk bitch
Like what the fuck are we doing?
We kissing, I'm weezing, it's time to play Tetris
I play piano, jack off I'm anorexic
I'm fucking asthmatic, my records problematic
Talking to myself because my therapist done had it
All the racial slurs from the [?] playing from Lenny Kravitz
Love lock down like I am some sort of faggot
But I'm not in the first place
Waiting for my dad to say hi on my birthday
Cause Jesus wouldn't even be my friend on Church day
I plan on getting back [censored] the worst way
In the jungle, I planned on the keeper
Inside of the cage cause I'm a motherfucking Zebra
Obama's in office, niggas get job like teachers
Looking out retarded kids screaming out fuck slob, Jesus
[Hook: Casey Veggies]
And I can write a hook fast
I can get straight to the cash
Y'all niggas come last, I'm first though
No rehearsal, I know it all like Erkel
You can call it commercial
So turn it up, turn it up (Watch it)
Odd Future won't stop it
[Verse 2:]
I make music for a reason, didn't vote Obama
So you can charge me with treason
Year round asshole, the fuck you season
The flu, I'm sick that's why everybody sneezing
I'm always cheesing, smile for a reason
Fuck as I fuck you, I'm always teasing
My daughter need milk and a quilt
So I'm selling the [?] for six bucks cause she always sneezing
Some people need drugs, some people need dubs
On they car note to go to the club
But really, really, really, all I need deep down, is a hug
[Hook]
[Verse 3:]
Look, I'm back like niggas on a bus
With a Rosa Parks state of mind, I don't give a fuck
And I'm strolling Down South like Good Luck Chuck
In a Malcolm X shirt chilling with the Ku Klux
Klan, I ain't nothing to fuck with
O.F. clan they ain't nothing to fuck with
The O.F. clan they ain't nothing to fuck with
Yo, the only girl I ever loved
Fucked some nigga that I really hate
And the funny part about it that we didn't even date
But at the end she could still say she got her pussy ate
Yummy her in her tummy
Pour out cause'
Cummy in her bummy means that a little me being coming
So I let her blow my flute and start humming
Bitch is grown but that wasn't bubble gum that she was chewin'
Our relationship was like my music
Chopped up screwed up
Made her sick threw up
I gave her everything that wasn't email
So I put two up
I'm hot, she cool
I call it a blue crush
We fucked, no kiss, that's it
Fuck love
Snort drugs, make songs, go skate
Daily life
Sarah or Dorothy
Which one to make my wife
Or maybe I'll just marry both of them bitches, maybe twice
I was in love, but fuck it
Dorothy, my everything
She was my everything
Sarah, my lady,
Got all the black bitches mad cause my main bitch vanilla
She trying to get her groove back like Stella, grab the umbrella
When it comes to your perception of my shit I'm Helen Keller
When it comes to the perfection of my shit I know you
smell the rectum I'm like a chromosome i always X them
Like Wolverine steps in attacking a deadly weapon
I'm opening a church to sell coke and Led Zeppelin,
and f-ck Mary in her ass... ha ha... yo
I'm fucking Goldilocks up in the forest
In the three bear house eating their motherf-cking porridge
I tell her it's my house, give her a tour
In my basement, and keep that bitch locked up in my storage
Rape her and record it, then edit it with more shit
Octopussy special effect, the wet bitches be banging
And please never disrespect my set with cannons
Hanging from my neck like it's a motherf-cking circus
You little n-ggas better check my French
You getting money better check my French
Ah, what time is it, huh? Check my French
If you cop my shit you better check my French,
Motherf-cker
I make it move check my French
I speak English but check my French
Your hoe be on my penis she check my French, bitch
I guess I left my dick nitty up in the cupboard
cause every girl im digging, when im digging in her pussy
im never using a rubber
but fuck it I guess i gotta steach it out like it was flubber
and leave it drippin green and red like it was devil cheese buggers
chewin on cum like bubble gum from hubbard
This bitch knew dick like Bubba knew shimp
(Laughing)
Yo Im seventeen, already sniffin blow
I tell my friends its asthmary time I itch my throat
I got a new show for MTV, "Pimp My Boat"
Cause some bitch said my semen was dirty, thats silly ho
The most that they can do is find me, Im hiding
somewhere where Christians cant find me
Oh no Mister Stokes I dont like misters no
Dont tell R. Kelly where my sister goes
You little niggas better check my French
You getting money better check my French
Ahh, what time is it, huh? Check my French
If you cop my shit you better check my French, muthafucka
I make it move check my French
I speak English but check my French
Your hoe be on my penis she check my French, bitch
Yo you little niggas better check my french
I got allstars and you can check my bench
Left Brain super three, Creator Ace puttin the expressions in music and create the face
Of the picture, punchline figured out ahhh I get you
No you dont nigga so why dont you go figure
You seem confused anyway, pressure enough?
You the type to do the choke when the pressure is up
The pressure is to pump and pressure is us
bitches havin eargasms and the pleasure is us
Niggas wanna B.O.F. and write letters to us
Competition's competition, yo you better than us?
Digest what Im sayin? I dont think so
We sick shit, throw it up down in the sink yo
The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes
We think sorta odd so we think so
Crusin in my go kart at walmart sellin cupcakes
Go ahead admit it faggot this shit is tighter then buttrape
That evolves Ballpark franks and silver duct tape
Pornos and hormones and boxes of DiGiornos
You homos is loco your prolly drinking cuervo
Rollin' in a golden Tacoma, the shit's stolen
If that bitch tell on me, I'm a do a fuckin' drive-by in her colon
With my meat, gotta keep it obsolete
Like Chris Brown when Rihanna got her fuckin' ass beat
Fuck Jeeves ask me for advice, if I'm not reading advice
I'm squatting down, picking cracker bitches scalp for some lice
Everything that I write is dope because the pipe
And nope you can't have a hit unless you gimme the light
We be burnin' dirty rocks with a light switch
Bitch nigga, you about as hard as a dikes clit
I'm goin' as hard as Bishop Eddie Longs John
After I bought a Sidekick and sent that fag some nice pics
They say I try too goddamn hard
No shit, I want a Grammy you damn retard
You can't be great when you settle for flea bargain
Unless you're a thrift hipster bitch in a leotard
Painless, Hodgy lost his motherfucking mind because the brain left
Wolf Gang got the ink on me now it's banged out
Box Logo hoodie, still haven't got the stains out
Congress, ah yes, I'm fuckin' with the best blondes
Um yes, I am now beating off to mom sex
Raquel is wrestling a prom dress
While me and Ray Charles have a fucking staring contest
To all the step dads in here
Triple six kids got you motherfuck scared
Could be worse, nigga that's absurd
Nigga I am at Pharrell's tryna butt fuck nerds
This just in, Tyler the Creator and Justin Bieber
Was just in the room flippin' Selena Gomez
Go 'head, give some, pucker up
I'll fuck her up until the kids come in, umm
After Tron Cat I got the rat shook and I ain't even have a hook
For the white kids to sing along
I don't wanna sing a song, fuck that
Now cyber bully sissies on my little sister's MacBook
I got you niggas nervous like a pop
Tryna ask a virgin how a vegan daughter where the cock goes
Wake up, wash ass, go and eat some Rosco's
Head back to the studio and munch up on some tacos
When I was younger I was bitchin' in
Now I'm coming quicker than the shit that's swimmin' in my sock hole
When them teeny boppers ain't around so Johnson and Johnson baby lotion
Bead on my Johnson till my cock swole
Stop sayin' sick shit it's kinda old
I'm a fucking Herpe in a coma you're a common cold
Have you heard my brother verse on Llama?
When that nigga's home, me, him and Hodgy gonna take the game and
Get a stainless steel AK and aim it
To the fucking referees head and put his lifeless body
In a choke hold, uh-oh, these niggas is loco
Best thing smokin' is all of the tobacco
Still hard to be black well
Malcolm X would be proud this white bitch is getting black mailed
Blue wide cracker named Ginny, and skinny
And Obama wanted change, I threw a couple fucking pennies at him
Just a chip off the old block
Chipped tooth got some dick off my swole cock
Cause I bag bitches, she's a zip off the old lock
And that's just a logo on the center of that old box
Oh stop, tryna be me, kids will go cop anything
That I put on from the gold watch to the boxers that I put on
Probably cause I'm goin harder than erect cock dick through a botox
Oh shit, you're as hard as senior citizens dick
Oh fuck, don't slip break hips and pop backs
Show some respect to old chaps with my left fist
Cause I'm the next best spitting wreck that's left here
That's my ex bitch, heard she's my next bitch
Have you met her mouth? No? Oh that's my bestest
Bestie, and she gets beastie
And she's my favorite babysitter cause the children never exit
I was taught to act my shoe size, I'm eleven and a half
Cock the umbrella cause when I spit Seven on your ass
It's gonna be mid stage Coachella
Shake faggot ass keep hatin'
But I work hard for the shit that I got
So I still fuck 2DopeBoyz and fuck Planet Earth
[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'm a 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 pun 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' blogger, need a post so 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 on "French" itself
I did the video for really though
[Verse 1: Tyler]
I'm Tyler, Mr. Green Hat, pro-abortion anti-clean rap
Fuck your blog opinion and your feedback
My self-respect I leave that, in the lost and found
Where the black girls get their weaves back
Awesome I achieve that minnie, blastin' "You're a jerk"
In some fuckin' yellow skinnies lookin' like a fuckin' faggot
Bouncin' round the house tryna find an easy way to rape minnie
Bet you thirty dollars you find her like Cartman found Kenny dead
I like my girls smart, skinny
Kinda poptart, when I bite into 'em red
I'm a self-racist, you should tape this, I'm the rapist
I'm a fascist, fuck fashion, Gucci belts is for them faggots
My hat is by GB, if you got a fuckin' problem
With the future, you can get a death wish just like a tiba
Fuck the biz apparent, Odd Future errant
I'm watchin' the berrics gettin' head from someone's parent
Blind fuckin' hate inside my heart, guaranteed
That I'm sharin' in the force with the cyclops starin'
I'm flyin' on the beaver, you're a disbeliever
So don't ask for no muthafuckin' ride when you see us
Swim right past you, the shitlist said that I'm nutty
Cause I jack off with dish soap and smell gas fumes
Permanent brain damage similar to tattoos
The shit you can mention me if anybody ask you
Care to juggle with the cash news?
You didn't see me here if someone ask you
[Verse 2: Hodgy]
I wanna feel her in every way
Mary Jane keeps me high like every day
Bong, vaporizer in the sack now
Stuck in my high, afraid of heights, I'm trapped
Buy a swisher for a dollar or two blunt wraps
Roll it up and make sure that everything's fat
She ain't got time to try to relieve ya
But she'll get all in your head, sativa
[Verse 3: BranDun]
I'm good but y'all don't want me like vegetables
I'm all in front of you zeroes like decimals
Let's take 'em high like the decibels
So we get 'em high, get 'em high like cholesterol
In the overweight motherlover, my tracks is filled with blubber
That's fat, who needs another producer?
Go get it from Odd Future used to ride solo
Cause I ain't really care what the rest say
Type of nigga to jerk off to his own sex tape
Best stay away been doin' clothes, I show up before hoes
Best believe I'm leavin' with more of those
And I got a girlfriend so I'm a keep lyin' 'til the verse end
[Outro:]
Bran Deshay, Hodgy Beats, Ace the Creator
[Intro: Dr. TC]
Tyler we ah, I know it's short notice but I brought all your friends here
For some reason I couldn't get a hold of Taco and Jasper
But, I just brought all your friends to talk to you
Because, they're really worried about you
I thought it would be better if, they could talk to you
[Verse 1: Domo]
It was all a dream, I used to read Complex magazines
When I rhyme I'm tryna get pictures in High Times
Smoke trees and see my dreams hanging in the sky line
Swanton bomb off the bed into a fine dime
In my mind I'm just tryna smoke the finest
And get high sticking bad heinas in vaginas
I'm the flyest when it come to this, fire when I come to spit
I am getting higher when the lighter comes in front of this
I'm a stoner yeah, yeah, yeah you get the picture now
30 thousand feet gonna make it hard for me to simmer down
Another flight, another beat, another city, wow
Thus another couple bitches crying when I kick 'em out
Where we at? We on top of the world
[Verse 2: Frank]
And five minutes from suicide, I biked it to the park
I walked onto the block, met a guy, burgundy 'Preme snap-back
Hurling himself and cars, and flirting with blonde Cadillacs
All was great, all was great, Frankie had the blues in fact
Bunch of pale hipster girls, pretty, but they booty flat
Teenage males, couldn't tell, I was going through
And had a wallet full of cream, Amex Green, Beamer almost black
Parked in front the studio Bastard's recorded at
Earl, Gilbert, Tyler, Hodgy, Domo, Left, Taco, Nakel
Sydney, Lionel, Juan, Michael, Jasper, Hal and Matt
Bet I'm missing several but I had to bring that pattern back
We live inside a house that says fuck 'em on the welcome mat
Deep inside the ear canals of Bill O'Reilly's daughter that's
Where I'm at? Now where we at? Wolf Gang, where we at?
[Verse 3: Hodgy]
Swell motions get promotions, to my whole team
Hell yeah I smoke weed cause I like to go green
Professor Beats educates niggas, let me proceed
Shine chandelier bright mike, if your nose bleeds
We at Randy's ordering that 306
Milk and glaze is the greed gold mix me
Your bitch is coming along, yeah she hum to my song
Singing like they were for her, but they were for the blur
No longer, but we working, premature, immature
She's unsure, I'm for sure, blouse and dress and my shirt
On the floor then pick it up, out the door, door
Chased an imaginary friend, a reverie absorption
Impregnate the dream 'til it has an abortion
Where we at? We on top of the world
[Verse 4: Mike]
Everything they say I'd never have, I'm seeing
Now, I bet they see that we balling like All-Star Weekend
Always been the most cool, they chase our shade
They say life switches pace when you got shit made
So I'm just tryna get paid, don't you remember the days
When your dreams were the only thing that kept you sane
And too often they think that they could stop me
Now every show we makin' half a Maserati
And the only thing blocking me is paparazzi
Now it's gold Rolex's if they try to clock me
Everything stays in the box like fighters in hockey
Miss me if you're thinking we slack, work hard
I got the world saying every single Friday is black
Took your bitch, you ain't getting her back, cause she know
Where we at nigga? We on top of the world
[Interlude: Tyler]
Where we at, niggas?
Where the fuck we at, man? You niggas don't know me, huh
Where we at?
[Verse 5: Tyler]
Down to fucking Earth, huh, down to fucking Earth, huh
Fuck everybody, here goes some extra girth Sir
You fucking critics are making my nerves hurt
Since I'm saying fuck everybody I guess that I'm a fucking pervert
My window is a book and I'm a fucking crook
Stealing phones to call home but the line is off the hook
My mom ain't paid the bill, guess I can't pay it either
I ain't signed a fucking deal yet but when I do
Clancy and Dave are to take a percentages that
Could pay the whole city's fucking mortgage
Hopefully I make a lot porn from touring in fucking Oregon
From playing piano organs and hopefully I can pay the bill
Shit is getting real, people begin to feel
Like I'm changing, but their complaining making big fucking deals
About some shit, they bitch and pout (Can we get backstage man?)
No, faggot, it's sold out (Come on why you holding out
I though we was boys, without me, you wouldn't be Tyler the Creator
You're from the Derby, I can tell whenever you perform
A leopard can't change it's spots) But I'm a fucking unicorn
(Whatever man) Look, you can't stop me, I'm going full monty
Fuck that, I'm Hitler, everyone's a fucking Nazi
Wolf Gi-di-dang you be roaming where the fox be
And I be where, anybody cares
I try to preach "Fuck age, live dreams, and have fun"
(Here's some give a fuck, cake) Oh, maybe I should have some
(Asshole, have none) How can I wake up on the wrong side
Of the bed, when I don't even fucking have one?
When I'm on that stage I feel important
A whole fucking assortment of children that's taking Ritalin
Because the teacher said that the therapist wasn't feeling him
You gotta be fucking kidding me
At school I was a zero, now I'm every boy's hero
And they fear it you can hear it when that little fucker's reciting my lyrics
Yeah rebel nigga cheer it, dead parents everywhere
It's smelling like teen spirit... okay, fuck it, Elvis has left the building
[Outro:]
[Gun Cocks]
[Clip Unloads]
[Hodgy Beats:]
Nigga what the fuck, nigga what the fuck are you doing?
You just gone... nig... hold on, hold on, nigga aye...
[Tyler:]
Sorry...
[Hodgy Beats:]
All the shit we been through, didn't we just talk about this... nigga you just gone shoot me in my mothaf...
[Gun Goes Off]
[Tyler:]
Sorry... fuck... what the fuck did I do?... Fuck... Oh shit...
[Dr. TC:]
Tyler... Tyler give me the gun...
[Tyler:]
Oh fuck...
[Dr. TC:]
Give me the gun...
[Tyler:]
What the fuck man?... The fuck... [crying]
[Dr. TC:]
It's going to be alright...
[Tyler:]
The fuck, man... I'm so fucked... Oh shit...
[Dr. TC:]
Tyler... believe me...
[Tyler:]
I don't know why... I don't know what the fuck I was thinkin' man... I don't f...
[Dr. TC:]
It's okay...
[Tyler:]
Ohhh fuck dude... Fuck... How the fuck am I going to hide the bodies and all...
[Dr. TC:]
I don't know [?]... Why you cryin'... Why y...
[Tyler:]
You're supposed to fucking help me!
[Dr. TC:]
I'm here to help you...
[Tyler:]
The fuck?!?!
[Dr. TC:]
Calm down... I'm here to help you...
[Tyler:]
AHHHHHHH!... Ugh... [crying]
[Dr. TC:]
I'm going to give you some space... so you can figure all of this out...
[Music stops]
[Dr. TC:]
[Verse 1:]
Danielle, Danielle, yeah you heard about Raquel
Well that didn't go well, let me try to make it swell
Put the beaver in the mail, we can take it slow like snail
Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key
[Hook:]
Can I sleep over, and wake up next to you?
I wanna feel you near, just let me whisper in your ear, um
[Verse 2:]
We can kick it on the couch, blunt to you, roll it up
But I'm on some shrooms if you really wanna feel the room
I just wanna kick it, kick it for the rest
I skated all day, I just need some rest
[Hook:]
Can I sleep over, and wake up next to you?
I wanna feel you near, just let me whisper in your ear, um
[Verse 3:]
We can count the stars on the hood in your father's car
He's a buster anyway, I can take it him day
Look into your eyes I realize that I like you so much
That was corny, now I'm horny, can I have a just kiss?
[Hook:]
Can I sleep over, and wake up next to you?
I wanna feel you near, just let me whisper in your ear, um
[Verse 4:]
We both teenagers with the same mind state
How 'bout some ice cream and some South Park for this first date?
Your cat is waitin' for that raw fish I can't wait, get it?
[Hook:]
Can I sleep over, and wake up next to you?
[Verse 1:]
I don't wanna play you, I just wanna tape you undress
And then I'll lay you down and record soft porn
If it's romance then it's hardcore, if it's horror
Pop the pop corn, the thought to rape you really turns me on
[Hook:]
Press my buttons baby
Press my buttons
Press my buttons baby
Yea!
Press my buttons baby
Press my fucking buttons baby
Press my buttons baby
[Verse 2:]
You're my favorite show, any chance I get I try to watch
Die hard fan, can't stop with the tapings
Sorta like a psycho when I can't stop with the raping
Of the VHS especially during sex baby
[Hook]
Press my buttons baby
Press my buttons
Press my buttons baby
Yea!
Press my buttons baby
Press my fucking buttons baby
Press my buttons baby
[Verse 3:]
Ready to watch? I'm a slip it in the tape deck
But put it in slowmo, I don't wanna bust the tape yet, press play
Now this is what I call an evening
A live show, almost equivalent to screening
You're dream movie? I'm the clearest copy
Now time for Blow, I'm Johnny Deep with the rarest poppy
Snort a little, now you're getting groovy
Cause I'll kill if I find out you're watching some other movies, bitch
[Hook]
Press my buttons baby
Press my buttons
Press my buttons baby
[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
I'm 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 me
Niggas wish that some point in they're 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 up
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 cum
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
So do you party?
Nah, I just do ignorant hoodrat shit with me and my niggas in the fuckin' mall. Odd Future Wolf Gang.
Niggas at the fuckin' mall.
Niggas wear my fuckin' draws.
Think I'm happy.
Think I'm sad.
Bitch, you fuckin' on my dad.
He wears his pants up in his ass.
Touch his ass, grab his dick.
You's a fag, you like that shit.
OF is the fucking clique.
Goin' off the top the brain.
Nigga, dunna how to rap,
But I'm in the game.
Fuck that shit.
I don't give a fuck.
I'm backed up in the fucking club.
Niggas know I'm at the mall.
Eattin' chips with my draws.
How you doin'?
How you fall?
Swag, swag, swag, swag,
Swag, swag, swag, swag.
Tina, perm your fuckin' weave.
Tina, perm your fuckin' weave.
Tina, perm your fuckin' weave.
Tina, perm your fuckin' weave.
Eat my ass.
Lick my balls.
Bitch, I'm in the fuckin' mall
With my niggas
Eattin' ham, mmmmmmmmmm.
Yo, bitch I got that fuckin' swag.
You don't know my fuckin' dad.
I don't know my fuckin' dad.
What is this, a fuckin' curse?
I ain't fuckin' Mexican.
But we can't have sex again.
With your sister,
With no rubber.
Alexis real name is Alex.
What the fuck?
That's your fuckin' brother?
I ain't with that jerkin' shit
Unless it's Steve Harvey's buff sister
Tyna jerk my dick.
Swag, swag, swag, swag.
Tina, perm your fuckin' weave.
Tina, perm your fuckin' weave.
Tina, perm your fuckin' weave.
Tina, perm your fuckin' weave.
Swag, swag, swag, swag
Swag, swag, swag.
Oh no.
Oh no.
Oh no.
Swag, swag, swag, swag,
Swag, swag, swag, swag,
I'm with yo girlfriend eattin' chips.
Mm, stop the beat, bitch.
Wait, hold, stop the beat.
Yeah nigga, I was in the mall
With my niggas bustin' triggers.
Yeah, swag.
Tina, perm your fuckin' weave.
Tina, perm your fuckin' weave.
Tina, perm your fuckin' weave.
Tina, perm your fuckin' weave.
Swag, swag, swag, swag
Swag, swag, swag, swag.
Tina, perm your fuckin' weave.
Tina, perm your fuckin' weave.
Tina, perm your fuckin' weave.
Tina, perm your fuckin' weave.
Bitches. (bit-) (yeah! )
Hoes. (no) (hoe)
Weaves. (so?) (fuck Ren)
Leather jackets. (a nigga don't know)
Bitches. (my mom)
Weaves. (weaves)
Hoes. (my sister)
Leather jackets. (leather jackets! )
It's bitches. (bitches)
Weaves. (swag)
Hoes.
Swag.
[Tyler the Creator:]
I was taught to act my shoe-size, never my age
I always judge a book by the cover, never the page
I never judge a murder by weapons, only the rage
That he felt when he dealt with physological phase
They say that I never cease to amaze
While half my mental belongs in a cage
The ape is a beast, tranquilize that bitch
If you niggas selling dope then you selling my shit
Selling my assets, I'm so damn illegal that I need to be arrest
But then they'll get my mom for 18 years of posession
She showed me affection like a drug dealer using her pocket for my protection
[Hook:]
The pigs fly away in the morning
But I ain't get to see you today
And if I wanna go outside
I gotta make sure that I can play here
I bet you've never seen a pig fly
I bet you've never seen a pig fly
I bet you've never seen a pig fly
Well you ain't been looking through my eyes
[Domo Genesis:]
I bet you've never seen a pig fly, no
Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes
Went to sleep at seven then we woke up from the dream
Wore my wings and my jeans but my hat is from Supreme
So I guess that's where I hide my things
Caged, and the wonder is seen
Middle finger missing so I can not give a fuck
I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck
So I'm chasing the dreams, no realities
Hoping that once you're ready you won't be too mad at me
But If so, I'll take the scorn and indeed happily
Long as I can feel my heart tap like happy feet
[Tyler the Creator:]
Fatherless kids or friends like me and Domo is
A fuck that we will never give is like our pops
But what we did was found our niche and made a stitch
Just like a shirt, that's why our stains smell like the shit
[Hook]
[Bridge:]
(And my circus is all night)
Don't go home tonight (It's all night)
Don't go home tonight, chill
Don't go home tonight
Don't go home tonight, chill
Please stay, don't go home tonight
Don't go home tonight
[Tyler the Creator:]
I'm an odd fellow, the opposite of mellow
The therapist said hell, oh would my mama wonder
I was dealing with iller shit like professional plumbers
Like Food For Thought was my father but I ain't had the hunger
My self esteem is like me, tall and full of flaws
My pride is gone, I'm that guy like Aaron Hall
I know some niggas wear their hearts on they sleeves
[Hook:]
Odd (I'm not yet a man)
Future (Still not of a boy)
Wolf (This my only joy)
Gang (Now let's parade in gold)
[Verse 1:]
Welcome to the euphoria of cocaine without able
I can make music that makes sense, but not meant to be stable
Eighteen with the whole world in front of me
Odd Future teenagers, nobody can fuck with we
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
I scream and jump around on couches while you sit and talk
I skip to places, smilin' faces, while you fuckin' walk
My TV stays on Cartoon Network, fuck that Twilight shit
You have highlights about your life, I have half of my high life bitch
Go to college, get a job, marry, have a kid
Watch them grow and then you die? No, nigga fuck the system
[Hook]
[Verse 3:]
Good kids make bad grown ups
Stay gold, stray old, maturin' means that your life sucks
In my wolf suit, I roam where the wild things at
Still growin', still learnin', not knowin' that I'm Matt
I don't wanna grow up, I know that shit for a fact, nigga eighteen
[Hook]
[Verse 4:]
They say I'm immature, I say that they depressed
I talk to unicorns, I'm wearin' a uniform
Of a nigga that don't give a fuck about time
[Verse 1: Tyler]
Hello, the Hype is so Mellow
Bitch I'm dope and 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 fuckin' award for bein' me
Beat bangin' the tom-toms
My producer selection is fresh nigga, fuck Vons
Ace the Underdog, thrown 'em on the back bender
Cause I change my outfit more than transsexuals change gender
Eating Belgium 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 me
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 the wall, tall 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 at?
They had the cooler t-shirt at 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 Bob Fresh
They at the same spot they making no progress
Becoming a good rapper ain't that easy
Of a process, eargasms they have 'em
The hotels we styin' 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
Hey guys (golf wang! )
I'm peter rosenberg, super-underground
You know me, you see my laptop
Apple is pretty mainstream but I have underground stickers
So it levels out...
[Verse 1 - domo genesis]
Y'all niggas got it twisted, we ain't the misfits
We the sick shit, make the competition slit wrists
Bodybag, beats get rapped like it's christmas
Popping tags, I stay in dior cause I'm christian
Nigga listen: I been killing this since I was the
Age of the face that r. kelly pissed in
In the booth, I'm brawling to be like the pistons
Only smoke flight, you can't get if you ain't pitched in!
And bitch stop talking, let the marijuana sink in
And when that chauffeur roll up, you better get in
You and your 6 friends, even your thick friend
Got a gang of wolves that slay hoes like henchmen
Of kill someone, yeah nigga we shipped it
Local ass nigga, we overseas on you dipshits
Walking? tweet, motherfucker take a twitpic
Kidnapped the game and it won't quit bitching
Dunn take butter knife now I'm breaking in homes
Now I'm in the cloud with kelly, we're watching the throne
Until I get that motherfucker, I'll be watching your home
Then I try to go home?
Look like?, see I'm the?
Go out with a bunch of fucking lindsay lohans
Don't even know me, trying to give me that old handjob
Fuck that ho! blow me
The gi joe of of is slowly
Slowly running shit, his toes are swollen
Guards left the bridge, no more patrolling
Stick my finger in any hole I can find: fuck bowling!
I'm making that? bone me
In a room? stuck, my bank account is moldy
? holding hands til I eat her cooter like a bowl of raviolli
Chef boyar-t, also had to make a couple pit stops
Ended up at a fucking hipster club called the pink drop
When they said how much they really love
Odd future kids and underground hip-hop
We don't give a fuck! like a virginized dick cock
After being tickled by a couple of these bitch shops
Young niggas, of got this
Come to my show and see niggas in the mosh pit
Cat on my conscience?
Now I'm fly like an ostrich
Vma? yes - video my set
Harder
Thrasher, billboard, couple of them issues
Boy flow colder than a? like in an igloo
[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
Nigga Friday, fuck a Blacc 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 the black and white green pie make it light grey
[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 me
All because I heard that he was talkin' to Danielle
So now that I finally made that fags hand handheld
He can finnally help me masturbate and read fanmail
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
[Intro]
So, you tell me that everything just isn't going well
Well, first off
[Verse 1]
My only problem is death
Fuck heaven, I ain't showing no religion respect
Brain damage, therapy's the only thing I regret
Talking to me is like a fucking body missing her neck
But, I'm surprised I ain't pop off my top off
Life is a bitch and my cock's soft, the Glock's cocked
My hands trembled, my finger's slipped, the wall's red
Her life is fucked, she sad now, her son is dead
[Hook]
I told her I'm her worst nightmare
This is hell, you don't ever gotta fight fair
My spirit floats around in the night air
Or in your day dreams, that's how death seems
[Verse 2]
When I was younger, I would smile a lot
I'm getting older, getting bolder but a wiser top
Now I'm drunk driving, lap's full of the Budweiser tops
Life is a movie and you're just a prop
They begged me to stop but I listen like death drones
Love? I don't get none, that's why I'm so hostile to the kids that get some
My father called me to tell me he loved me
I'd have a better chance of getting Taylor Swift to fuck me
Annoying and I'm ugly, most niggas wanna punch me
I'm surprised the fucking doctor even touched me
Feel like Humpty, you hoping that I'll fall? Fuck y'all
I'm Ace, I'm parentless, I'm kinda arrogant
Ignorant as fuck, defend people for the hell of it
Because I am the devil, fucker get on my level
Doughnuts and keys and kick-flips, Supremes and markers
My life is Ms. Mo Unique Parker, but a little darker, I'll see you in a couple
[Hook]
[Interlude]
Tyler, here's some water man
You seem a little tense.. how is The baby?
[Verse 3]
All because a nigga just don't give a fuck
Parents wanna blame me all because their kid is fucking up
But fuck that, you're shitty parents, face it, suck it up
That's what you shoulda did before that nigga bust, huh
Feel like I missed my little brother growing up
Feel like my little brother missed his brother growing up
But this is Golf Wang, like he missed his family growing up
I got a little taller since the last time you seen me, bruh
Now I'm emo, so fuck it, I'm pouring up
But I never had a drink, "Sydney, Tyler's throwing up!"
My nigga Jasper said if I drink and get drunk enough
I won't feel the feeling I be feeling when I'm sobered up
But that's a fucking lie, why would he say that I'm
As emotionally strained as Travis when he's.. (Tyler, calm down)
Don't look at me, I'm 6'5" about to fucking cry
About another guy, but this is Golf Wang, do or die
I finally had a family
Domo's in another state, where the fuck is Riley?
Now you niggas wanna be nice because the labels wanna sign me
But before the co-signing and you fuckers couldn't find me?
Fuck that! I hope you die in a fiery death
One ear I got kids screaming "O.F. is the best"
The other ear I got Tron Cat asking where the bullets and the bombs at
So I can kill these levels of stress, shit
They say that I'm shock value
How about you hop off cock and turn volume down?
I haven't got around to telling my mom shit
Cause I don't know how to.. (Whoa)
All I want is her support, whenever the fight's at home
When mommy cusses out cousin, some knifes get shown
Now she's really fuckin' pissed, so the knives get thrown
And hit her in her fucking neck, now her throat's all gone
Looking like a fucking monster from the Twilight Zone
Then they wonder why I stay at Travis pad with a backpack
For the whole week full of plastic-wrapped black tees
And deodorant like this house is my home
I could live with the same hat
And the same flat-screen TV watching Flapjack
And the same bacon and waffles on a nice Saturday
Where I skate with the same fucking friends at
Didn't give a fuck about fame or a name, oh
"Message from GZA, oh, another one from Plain Pat"
Email full of emails, I never write back
Ain't kill myself yet, now I already want my life back
[Hook]
[Verse 4]
One shot, two shots, one gun, two cops
I'm blowin' them flu shots, couldn't kill me with two top rockers
You're on the side of faggots and cock blockers
I'm on the side of bad-ass kids and the top notches
I'm Barney, dinosaur Harley of a human
Cause I'm shrooming with the bangers and the carneys
You niggas can't harm me cause you all know that
We at the fuckin' dirty lifer's laundry (Tyler, calm down) nigga get off me
[Outro]
Fuck off me man, fuck (What's got into you?)
I don't know, it's like I'm a different person at times
Sometimes I'm fucking mad, sometimes I'm not (Yeah, you..)
As though I got a fucking voice in my head
Telling me to do all this fucked up shit, man (Yeah, what's this?)
I don't fucking know, man (What's this person named then, Tyler, huh?)
He tells me to do this shit that I don't wanna fucking do (What's his name?)
[Intro:]
Hey! What's your name? Oh, that's nice
Me? I'm Wolf, you can call me Tyler though
I'm eighteen, you from around here?
Oh, you look like my next victim
I said you look like my ex-girlfriend, sister
[Verse 1:]
While James is jamming on the mixer
We can play Twister naked
Don't be afraid, It's just a kiss
I'm open to everything if you're inviting your sister
That's another topic, we should start a project
You could be the lab rat, I could be the doctor
Let me drug you up and put different things in you
But I'm not gonna do that until you begin to pass out
Now I can draw your face up pretty
Or do it jackass and leave your breath all shitty
Or I can get the hand held and hold held titty
And stick my dick in you but that just might offend you
Teenage parties, I recommend you
Never get drunk with a nigga like us
But I kinda like your company
And you rubbing on my dick, yeah it comforts me
Fuck, condom pocket, luckily, I brought one
Herpes Virus, yeah bitch, I fought one
I don't want you to have my [?] yet
That I just haven't came up with a name yet
I got some new shit, well, technically, I got a new dick
The other one fell off in a pulpit
A gay coaches' white grease and Crisco?
Blew the fuck up in gray clouds of thick smoke
Funny, right? Ha-ha, this shit's jokes
I got the idea from a letter that the shit wrote
[Hook:]
Hey, you right there
In that pretty red dress, let's dance
Hey, you right there
In that pretty red dress, let's dance
I said hey, you right there
In that pretty red dress, let's fuck
[Verse 2:]
Well, I have a [?] cupcake mix
Mix a little syrup, it ain't no way to cure him
[Verse 1]
Slip it in her drink
And in the blink of an eye I can make a white girl look chink
Don't know what to think
Cause last time I attempted this shit the judge ordered
Me to see a shrink
Started with a link
Intended her to meet me at the local
Odd Future Wolf Gang skating rink
We be uniquely in sync
Already fucking and we only met last week
We're both young, not yet antique
So her mindset was working for my technique
Tell her that I love her and by next week
You can hear her shriek from the gas in her cheeks
Well, I'm not a freak, I am meekly a Greek that
Neighbors by the creek say that my house stinks
It reeks of a street girl
Streaks of red, even though all pussy is pink
Oblivion makes obvious seats which
Makes me swing my obvious feet
We get caught up, go splat, and we think
Now I get daughters and time in the clink
Got my dick harder than iron and zinc
Now they just ride up, mine's caught in the sink
Yeah they get cut up, two cent, my physique
Critique my shit
[Hook]
Wolf Gang (repeat)
[Verse 2]
Bitches running round down pussy take a trip
Make you strip, got my dick harder than the unzipped
Tyler Swift-ly slips his dick inside of Taylor Swift's
Slit, Round trip in that pussy, here comes a tick-
-Et, Them clips poppin on the cat, bustin
Odd mind cannons on the pill
Is he real? Gaza stripping
In my living room, Wolf Gang threw who?
I'm assuming mushrooms, I'm a necrolampoon
Not of Charles Mansoon, this fuck
Is ending soon, because I'm ejaculating
[Intro:]
They don't paint pictures, they just trace me
[Verse 1:]
Odd Future, I'm your muthafuckin' sergeant
Nigga, I'm in charge, I fuck with Freshjive
Cause I get it, no charge, and BBC for the low price
No bargin', nigga that's a bargain
Cow print t-shirt like muthafuckin' dog
On the muthafuckin' farm with cockadoddle doodles
I'm making straight bitches pussy wet just like a noodle
And my dick must be dog food to these bitches' poodles
Felines on the freetime, I'm tossin' bitches' salads
And I'm eating up they croutons, Erica to Milan
We was flyin' to Milan, was supposed to go to Bangkok
Until she figured out that she don't really like to bang cock
To Soho, baby, Milo so dope
The cocaine flow, niggas spit heat, propane
Niggas get the picture, I see, why?
(They don't paint pictures, they just trace me)
[Hook:]
My nigga, no hook
No hook, fuck a hook
[Verse 2:]
Yo, beside me, nobody likes me
Mainly because I am not a fuckin' HypeBeast
I think Supreme suck, we gnarly on our Nikes
I can wear some Wranglers, with a fuckin' white T
Doo-rags to match, and I do sag
In fact, my hat is in tact with the Fubu poor over
Nigga, you pull over, fuck a Rover Range
And I'm driving a unicorn, plus my bitch is strange
And I'm the only fuckin' rapper without a chain
With a four finger ring like I can't spell my fuckin' name
And I go to Obama rallies screamin' out "McCain! "
Them ignorant bashin' muthafuckers is my gang
And the dirty la dera I can't forget where I came from
Nigga, you don't claim none, fan I am the teacher
White and black bitch like she's a muthafuckin' zebra
Candies in my pocket, I see you niggas on Easter
[Hook]
[Bridge:]
(It's gold) The gold is in the back
(It's gold) The beat's in the front
(It's gold) The beat's a fuckin' bully
(Go home) The lyric's just a punk, man
(Gold) The pink is in the sky
(That shit's gold) The gold is in my mind
(It's gold) The mind is in my gold
The beat is turnin' old, so go
[Verse 3:]
Synthesizer, I'm the muthafuckin' master
Nigga, I'm a bastard, I fuck with chord keys
Cause the sound lasts longer, bass drummer song
And a hi-hat made of plastic, nigga's sound is elastic
Nigga, you can bite this, unless you wanna bite back
I didn't take my fuckin' Ritalin, this is a hype track
HypeTrack that and send it, nigga it's a sack shit
I had you motherfuckers eatin' salad like a fat bitch
[Outro:]
Drop it, Ace the Creator, O.F.N, bangin' on your FM
[Verse 1: Tyler]
Drip drop, the angels made a pit stop
Pissin' on the demons of the Earth
What's it really worth? Shit, now it's fuckin' pourin'
Wanted to go skate, can't, now my day is borin', damn
Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin
Probably cause I popped a couple purple Exedrins
It's a rainy day, so I'll skip the Led Zeppelin
And play some Sade "Love Deluxe" through my headset
On my way home I punched a bitch for an umbrella
Why? Cause I really didn't wanna get my shit wet
Run through the puddles, playin' in the mud
Fun, sucks that I'm too tall for the tub
Or would get my toys and make a lotta noise
While my mom is in the kitchen cookin' up a meal
Fire place is startin' up, dick is barely warmin' up
Sippy cup full of whip creamed hot chocolate
[Hook: Pharrell]
I can smell it when I go outside
Then it just pours
It gives us peace then all in the town is quiet
That's what rains for
[Bridge: Pharrell]
All the kids see rain and scream "No, no"
Run off the bus and they will just stay in
Me I love how rain fills the potholes
Me and my cell but that's what we played in
Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes
Did it go or did somethin' shade it?
The sun gives light cause it is the window
The rain gives life cause it is amazin'
[Verse 2: Tyler]
Lightning is striking, water hittin' on my window like Ike
I am not Tina, buddy, do not give my window pain
Lights bulbs when wearin' that wig, flyin' kites
Here's an idea, why don't I go hiking
On a fuckin' mountain where the water fountains icing
Stand there in a tank top prop that's from Baywatch
And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream
Get sick and then I won't have to
Go to school today, tomorrow, the day after
Sit in bed, write a bunch of raps up
And I won't be lyin' when I say I'm a sick rapper
Might fail so I won't bother
The sun is playin' hide and seek like my fuckin' father
The only difference is comes back, full effect
In the summer heats up, the thermometers erect
[Outro: Pharrell]
The inside of clouds
That's the window into the sky
[Verse 1:]
My father died the day I came outta my mother's hole
And left the burden on my soul until I was old enough
To understand that the fuckin' faggot didn't like me much
He loved my moms enough to bust a nut and then he shake Junt
Bringin' pops to school today for twelve years I cheated
Told the fuckin' faculty that he was at a meeting and
Bring that dude to life then he wasn't at the meeting
Made a U-turn on the weather like the fuck am I thinking
Birthdays, Christmas my only fucking wishlist was CD's
And a new fitted instead I got some CD's
I hated some Ritalin, some white socks
I was hyper cause I didn't get attention from my real pops
Cops say I'm supposed to be in jail but they don't know it's me
Statistics say that niggas with no father ain't go be shit
Well I guess I had one because nigga I'm it
You smell that? That's the odor of success bitch
[Interlude:]
I know I'm not the only bastard, in America
So I'm gonna need some help, on this next part, scream it with me niggas
[Hook:]
Fuck you (I'm good)
Fuck you (I graduated)
Without you (I'm good)
Fuck you (I'm good)
Nigga eighteen (I'm good)
Fuck you (I'm good)
Got a car nigga (Fuck you)
Eat a dick nigga, bitch
[Verse 2:]
Father's Day was the worst when it came to gifts
Cause I ain't know for who or what the fuck to get
Now my momma mentioned the day before she would like
Cause she's playin' both roles like her occupation was dyke, fuckin' right
I ain't look to Obama and Nixon, I looked up to the Hugo's and Dixon's
The niggas in the vision rap about the shit they cookin' in the kitchen
Pushin' keys like them niggas that were bangin' on the Keynes
My father never seen me, the nigga probably Stevie
He bought me a couple hoodies a couple albums
Like that's gonna make up the years and the tears
And the money that my momma spent on rent and clothes
You fuckin' dicked out, I swear to God if I see you
I'm a get out the M-16 and let a fuckin' clip out
Cause in 16 years, you let your kid down the existence, none
I don't give a fuck either like father like son I'm done
[Hodgy Beats:]
He ain't give a fuck about me
He ain't give a fuck about you
He ain't give a fuck about we
So what the fuck we gon' do?
[Hook]
[Verse 3:]
The cold is nice, and I ain't talkin' 'bout the weather
The skin is thick, no need for leather, your father called
He said you're better without him, I'm not the only fuck
Without them, how to tie a tie and how to get your suit hemped up
Take it to the shop, then what?
Fuck it, mommas proud of her asthmatic thin fuck
Luck on my brim Supreme keeps me warm
When the cold blood swarms in my veins, fuck rain in the summer
The bummer is the fact that I'm black
And I hang with white neos who's nero stays frio
Now this consulor is tryna tell me that I'm emo, she don't give a fuck
Hey yo
Looking good in that skirt
Flirting is the effect, the way that this works
Bingo, shipow, how about we go
Down to the lake and eat a couple of pringles
Picnic, by the way, hey I'm single
Pardon my bad manners, french and lingo
Intentions were, my intentions, were brighter than the summer
Reflection in the lake being seen by Stevie
Your golden lady and the seems that me and you
were supposed to be the ozone team
But who, would have thought this conversation would have grew
Actually we're talking about the sunrays were true!
I'm turning to a creep, that just wants sleep
That's because I'm used to that kind of poo
See, I'm the new shit in town
Let's match together and make me ...
How that sound?
Chorus:
Hey, shit, it sounds cool to me
It sounds cool to me
Oh it sounds cool to me
It sounds cool to me!
It sounds cool to me!
It sounds cool to me!
God, that shit sounds cool to me!
Shit sounds good to me!
Hey yo
Looking good in that skirt
Flirting is the effect, the way that this works
Bingo, shipow, how about we go
Down to the lake and eat a couple of pringles
Picnic, by the way, hey I'm single
Pardon my bad manners, french and lingo
Intentions were, my intentions were wider than the summer
Reflection in the lake being seen by Stevie
Your golden lady and the seems that me and you
were supposed to be the ozone team
But who, would have thought this conversation would have grew
Actually we're talking about the sunrays were true!
I'm turning to a creep, that just wants sleep
That's because I'm used to that kind of poo
See, I'm the new shit in town
Let's match together and make me ...
(It's this girl)
She lives next door
To the store that I loiter at
We talk every night, she cry to me about her guy
And if we text, I get pissed when I get no reply
(It's this girl)
I know that she's the key to love
She is who I'm thinking of when I ain't beating Richard up
The mental images her face looked
The closest that I got was when I'm poking her on Facebook
(This girl)
Video chats are so exciting,
Cause it's like she is inviting me to her world full of privacy
I'm getting gassed up, I think she's liking me
She's gullible, and I just wanna take it like a pirate (Aargh)
(This girl)
I see her in class
Not really two doors down, but any time that I pass
To take a piss in a stall, I picture us in the hall
Locking lips on the wall, her hand grabbing my dick
My left hand on her tits, aw my shit's getting hard
Some thoughts of dating this bitch
(It's this girl)
Her name is my password (... fuck)
(This girl)
All my niggas got they bitches and stuff
But all the bitches, they fuck
I know these bitches is sluts
But she's special, I know to ya'll I come off as rough
But I'm the nicest to her, and I just want to concur
A relation, I want the cheesy dates at the movies
And stupid walks at the beach, and sharin' straws in a cup
I never had that, so when we holdin' hands walkin' home
I look past that, the fact she's fucking guys that I hate
But...
(This girl)
Things are looking great, cut copy
Last time that we talked, she said her relationship was rocky
Now that Mr. Faggot's gone, their's no one that can stop me
From bagging her, I got these tickets to the Roxies
(This girl)
Next day, metro's taking me home
I see her in a cut at Wendy's, but she's not alone
Who's that guy, wait, why the fuck he 'bout to kiss her?
Come to find out she got back with her... nigga...
(Damn)
Damn...
Fuck...
(It's this girl) x2
She's so pretty, fuck self pity, I feel so shitty
I wanna text her in a jealous rage, but if she replied
Or say anything, I'mma smile, I know
What do I do with myself? Sit in my room for some days
Play XBox with piles full of wet socks, fuck that
(This girl)
My nigga asked "Ace, what happened to such and such?"
I her name, and then, tell em' I probably fucked
Or I could tell em the truth and say she didn't like me much
But instead I lie and say she moved to Nebraska...
[Intro:]
A-C-E, O-F, uh
[Verse 1:]
Wild, I'm not tame just because my visions are strange
I am normal not deranged, I am not a fucking lame
Your pee dripping wet, I need all my nutrients
On the phone, if I take you home how much can I get?
(Yeah), I like you but, (you) act like you don't like us
We could start a whole new religion girl, in Odd we trust
You play hard to got, got me hard like cement
Here's my car I love please do not dip, please just
[Hook:]
(Can you just) go
(Can you just) go
(Can you just) go
(But please don't) wait
(Can you just) go
(Can you just) go
(Can you just) go
(But please don't) wait
[Verse 2:]
I'm a fucking monster, my Tonka is trucker
In my locker got books, I'm a nasty mothafucker
Truth or dare in the cemetery, right past the elementary
My faith class for the whole century
You could bite my neck (or) I could bite your neck
(Or) you could bite her and excite her you will not regret
My castle got dungeons, my dungeons got dungeons
Open up them legs, let me see what's for lunch and
[Hook:]
(Can you just) go
(Can you just) go
(Can you just) go
(But please don't) wait
(Can you just) go
(Can you just) go
(Can you just) go
(But please don't) wait
[Bridge: x3]
And the sky is dark
The bats invade the park
In water swims the shark
But don't just wait, go
[Hook:]
So I met this girl at the club
And I just wanted her to suck my dick
And that's cause
She's a boppin' bitch [x4]
Now she's drunk and talkin' to me a lot
Until we go to another room
And that's cause
She's a boppin' bitch [x4]
[Verse 1:]
This little slut whore sucks cock for a little more bucks
Than a mother slut fucks for, real easy
Cause I didn't even knock on the front door
I used the welcome mat as a cum rag
And all the Wolves fucked her too, yeah she's a comeback
Fill her with a bunch of shit I purchased at the drug store
Four more door looking sluts let me explore
Till my cock got sore and started growing cold sores
[Hook:]
Now she thinks that I like her
But all I really wanted was that mouth
And that's cause
She's a boppin' bitch [x4]
Now she text messages me every day
And I don't ever hit that bitch back
And that's because
She's a boppin' bitch [x4]
[Verse 2:]
This little hoodrat started jockin at my jock strap
Until my uncircumcised penis finally unwrapped
Flapping up and down until the cack finally go splat
Now you gotta spat, spit it out until you scat
Then you gotta sat and shit it out, bitch, fuck your feelings
You wasn't feeling shit when you was down there kneeling
Now shut the fuck up you got another dick to deal with
[Bridge:]
Now why can't we fuck with this bitch? (She's boppin')
Wait, tell him why we can't fuck with this bitch? (That bitch is boppin')
What is she? She a BB, what does that stand for? (She boppin')
She, what does she be doin'? (She boppin')
[Outro:]
Now I'm at a fuckin' clinic
Cause my dick is swollen and keeps itchin'
Nigga, I'm a kill this bitch
[Verse 1]
If this was a game
I already know that I would come out winner
And I'm not braggin', I'mma be in her
But this bitch really think that I'm 'bout to buy her dinner
My steak good, I got a good cut like splinter
Juicy and hot such a black bitch temper
Now she wanna talk and chop it up like a blender
But I don't give a fuck and keep her list'in like Schindler
She's cute but her forehead's big
Got stretch marks like she got four kids
Her legs can't close like the four door hinge Bronco
That O.J. killed the white whores with
A wealthy white girl without the facelift
Lure her with expensive dinners and a nice bracelet
Leave the bitch breathless, what the bitch don't know is that
I'm a muthafuckin' sellout and a rapist
[Hook]
Baby, you're an angel
How 'bout we turn this into a fable of some sort?
You already know you're dead
Ironic cause your lipstick is red, of course
I stuff you in the trunk, drunk
Cause all I really wanna do is fuck and snort blow
[Verse 2]
If this was a game
I would be considered a muthafuckin' legend
And I ain't tryna gas you up like Chevron
But I'm high as fuck bitch, you really need to get on my leverage
Now we're in the cabin, in the middle of uhh
Tryna find ways to really stuff you in my cabinet
Dreamy little bastard, I done ran outta luck now
It's time for a bloody foot you little rabbit
You're very attractive, and notice that
My hat is always the color of cactus
And I hang with wolves cause I'm an evil Bastard
Pictures of you on my wall no glue, no tape but just cum plastered
Met you at my school, departed at my house
Ended at your panties, started at your blouse
Pushed you down stairs, I took a nap up on the couch
If you wanted a date, don't come
Now you gotta make it easy for me don't run
You call this shit kids, well I call these kids cum
And you call this shit rape but I think that rape's fun
Wait now it's about eight some 'em
It's late and you stuck in my base-one
Come downstairs with nothin' but a shoe string
Yeah bitch this date's done
[Hook]
[Outro]
I like my girls how I like my drugs, white
Lord, you're so pretty, lyin' in my arms
[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
Aww shit
three icy ass niggas from Odd Future doing some crazy shit . . . (Bitch)
By the way we do punch bitches
(Verse 1: Jasper Dolphin)
Im Swagging Bitch, (SWAG) I'm iced out
Oh you mad bitch cause Im laying on the couch
Smoke A Blunt Fuck A bitch in the butt Im Bossin
Dont Give a fuck, I never role Slauson
Im fly Bitch, I should poke you in your eye bitch
Got the burning bitch, Bow! Bow!
You dead bitch, Im hot as fuck, I aint ever cold. But Im Icy Bitch!
My Bitch Suck Dick, Like She Suck Dick
My Bitch Suck Dick, Like She Suck Dick
My Bitch Suck Dick, Like She Suck Dick
My Bitch Suck Dick, Like She Suck Dick
My Bitch Suck Dick, Like She Suck Dick Nigga
(Verse 2: Tyler The Creator)
Got the bops in the house socking bitches in they mouth
See my neck iced the fuck out, Im getting money nigga
At the fucking mall 40 bitches on my nut sack
Pull up on a motherfucking unicorn, I get ponys nigga
Wolf Gang Nigga Scream that to the motherfucking show me dept.
Golf Wang Nigga, Free earl better show some motherfucking respect
All this ice around my neck, All this ice around my dick,
Gun to her head, Make your bitch massage my shoulders
My Bitch Suck Dick, Like She Suck Dick
My Bitch Suck Dick, Like She Suck Dick
My Bitch Suck Dick, Like She Suck Dick
My Bitch Suck Dick, Like She Suck Dick
My Bitch Suck Dick, Like She Suck Dick Nigga
(Verse 3: Taco)
Shut Up Bitch, Suck my dick, (Suck my nut) You fucking bop, You better swallow it
I got a chain with a fucking platnium plaque on it
Is that a 100 dollar bill, I'll shit on it, I bought a fucking well. Causes Im ballin
Your bitch work for me, Shes my dishwasher
Swag on my dick 30,000 million, Nigga Nigga
My Bitch Suck Dick, Like She Suck Dick
My Bitch Suck Dick, Like She Suck Dick
My Bitch Suck Dick, Like She Suck Dick
My Bitch Suck Dick, Like She Suck Dick
My Bitch Suck Dick, Like She Suck Dick Nigga
(Verse 4: Jasper Dolphin)
GOT . . . DAMN
You boppin Bitch, (question mark) You like this dick
We all know why, Cause yous a boppin bitch
I got the burner, I'll pop you in your lip
Zoom Zoom Yeah, Im going fast bitch
Im loud as fuck, Im ignorant
Punch your bitch in the mouth, Just for talking shit
You lurking bitch, Well I see that shit
One second I got punch a bitch in her shit
Im icy bitch, Don't look at my wrists, because if you do
I might blind you bitch, Mount Everest ain't fucking with my fuckin wrists
Fuck Global Warming, This the ice age bitch.
My Bitch Suck Dick, Swag swag punch a bitch
Swag swag punch a bitch, swag swag punch a bitch
Swag swag, punch a bitch, swag swag punch a bitch.
Yo yo, Jasper, Taco ya'll my niggas man
I love ya'll niggas . . . I'm sorry (gunshot)
[Verse 1]
This is what the devil plays before he goes to sleep
Some food for thought some food for death, go 'head and fuckin' eat
My father's dead well I don't know, we'll never fuckin' meet
I cut my wrist and play piano cause I'm so depressed
Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so posessed
This meetin' just begun, nigga I'm Satan's son
[Verse 2]
My mother raised me a single parent so it's apparent
That I got love for my mother, none of you other fuckas
Are much important I'm gettin' angrier while recordin'
I'm feelin' like the Bulls, I've got a Gang of Wolves
Odd Future is children that's fucked up on they mental
Simple but probably not, fuck 'em
[Verse 3]
I'm tall, dark, skinny, my ears are big as fuck
Drunk white girls the only way I'll get my dick sucked
Suspended from school coolest nigga without effort
Easy to spot like black bitches with fake leopard
Soak me up like a tampon, but keep the lamp on
Cause this album packs enough evil
That you can't fit inside a jansport, go to school with this
[Verse 4]
I go from AP to JC inside of fuckin' week
Wakin' up with random girls like "Yo, bitch, how the fuck we meet?"
I stay with grandma, she always bitchin' about her carpet
Every time I walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit
No to drugs I never spark it, I used to be bullied for honour classes
By those slow as molasses, take this shit to school
[Verse 5]
Raquel treat me like my father like a fuckin' stranger
She still don't know I made Sarah to strangle her
Not put her in danger and chop her up in the back of a Wrangler
All because she said no to homecomin', demons runnin'
Inside my head tellin' me evil thoughts
I'm the dream catcher but nothin' but nightmares I caught, go to sleep
[Verse 6]
I wear green hats because I'm fortunately lucky
Fuck me the monster said, some how the monster's dead
Inside of me, but the thoughts it tells me are still evil
With this state of mind, big moves, Max Keeble
I'm on my grind feeble, my music is evil
My fuckin' samples are too illegal, play this shit in church
[Verse 7]
I graduated without honors or a fuckin' father
He died, no bitch, don't even fuckin' bother
I wanted a brother my mother I told her
But instead I got a sister, just like me with her mister nada
So both of our imaginations are creations of the fuckin' situation
That's havin' our brains racin' like Dayton, wearin' some fuckin' heelies
[Verse 8]
I know you fuckin' feel me, I want to fuckin' kill me
But times I'm so serious you think I'm silly
I'm doin' Big Style Willy couldn't touch 11
Seven. What's religion nigga? I am Legend
I roll with skaters and musicians with an intuition
I created O.F. cause I feel we're more talented
Than 40 year old rappers talkin' 'bout Gucci
When they have kids they haven't seen in years, impressin' their peers
With the same problem, the only way to solve them
Is to go to Father's Day convention with a gold revolver
Life's a salad I'mma toss it eat that shit up, Rick Ross it
Shit it out, bag it up sell it, I'm so damn rebellious
Cause my mother let me do what I want
She wasn't careless, protective she is the bear
The shit is so bare, my diary isn't hid
My father didn't give a fuck, so it's somethin' I inherit
My mother's all I have so it's never meet the parents
When Danielle or Malonda decide to fuckin' share
This confused boy, I wanna hug all ya, I’m bad for you kids to listen to
Soy is not the choice, I'm bad milk, drink it
[Verse 9]
My wrist is all red from the cutter
Drippin' cold blood like the winter, the summer
Is never that's equivalent to me and Sarah
Well that's not her name, but I think this shit is clever
My niggas wanna know if I'm fuckin', if I'm kissin'
But I'm sittin' here downin' beers simply just wishin'
With tear they try to tell me but I never listen
Cause I don't give a shit like sittin' down pissin'
Eighteen, still talkin' to imaginaries
Hopefully they see the talent I carry just like Jimmy
Losers can never win me, you can never offend me
My goal in life is a Grammy, hopefully momma will attend the
Ceremony with all my homies, I'm suicidal
This my Zombie Circus, I hope the majors heard this
Fuck a deal, I just want my father's email
[Verse 1:]
This is what the devil plays before he goes to sleep
Some food for thought some food for death go 'head and fucking eat
My father's dead well I don't know we'll never fucking meet
I cut my wrist and play piano cause I'm so depressed
Somebody call the pastor this bastard is so posessed
This meeting just begun, nigga I'm Satan's son
[Verse 2:]
My mother raised me a single parent so it's apparent
That I got love for my mother none of you other fuckas
Are much important I'm getting angrier while recording
I'm feeling like the Bulls, I've got a Gang of Wolves
Odd Future is children that's fucked up on they mental
Simple but probably not, fuck 'em
[Verse 3:]
I'm tall, dark, skinny, my ears are big as fuck
Drunk white girls the only way I'll get my dick sucked
Suspended from school coolest nigga without effort
Easy to spot like black bitches with fake leopard
Soak me up like a tampon but keep the lamp on
Cause this album packs enough evil
That you can't fit inside a jansport... go to school with this
[Verse 4:]
I go from AP to JC inside of fucking week
Waking up with random girls like "Yo, bitch, how the fuck we meet? "
I stay with grandma she always bitching about her carpet
Every time I walk inside the house she always tend to start shit
No to drugs I never spark it, I used to be bullied for honour classes
By those slow as molasses... take this shit to school
[Verse 5:]
Raquel treat me like my father like a fucking stranger
She still don't know I made Sarah to strangle her
Not put her in danger and chop her up in the back of a wrangler
All because she said no to homecoming, demons running
Inside my head telling me evil thoughts
I'm the dream catcher but nothing but nightmares I caught... go to sleep
[Verse 6:]
I wear green hats because I'm fortunately lucky
Fuck me the monster said, some how the monster's dead
Inside of me but the thoughts it tells me are still evil
With this state of mind, big moves, max keeble
I'm on my grind feeble, my music is evil
My fucking samples are too illegal... play this shit in church
[Verse 7:]
I graduated without honors or a fucking father
He died... no bitch don't even fucking bother
I wanted a brother my mother I told her
But instead I got a sister, just like me with her mister nada
So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation
That's having out brains racing like dating... wearing some fucking heelies
[Verse 8:]
I know you fucking feel me, I want to fucking kill me
But times I'm so serious you think I'm silly
I'm doing Big Style Willy couldn't touch 11-7
What's religion nigga? I am Legend
I roll with skaters and musicians with an intuition
I created O.F. cause I feel we're more talented
Than 40 year old rappers talking about Gucci
When they have kids they haven't seen in years, impressing their peers
With the same problem, the only way to solve them
Is to go to Father's Day convention with a gold revolver
Life's a salad I'm a toss it eat that shit up, Rick Ross it
Shit it out, bag it up sell it, I'm so damn rebellious
Cause my mother let me do what I want
She wasn't careless, protective she was the bear
The shit is so bare, my diary isn't hid
My father didn't give a fuck so it's something I inherit
My mother's all I have so it's never meet the parents
When dad left all my line decided to fucking share
This confused boy, I wanna hug all ya
Soy is not the choice, I'm bad milk... drink it
[Verse 9:]
My wrist is all red from the cutter
Dripping cold blood like the winter, the summer
Is never that's equivalent to me and Sarah
Well that's not her name but I think this shit is clever
My niggas wanna know if I'm fucking, if I'm kissing
But I'm sitting here downing beers simply just wishing
With tear they try to tell me but I never listen
Cause I don't give a shit like sitting down pissing
Eighteen, still talking to imaginaries
Hopefully they see the talent I carry just like Jimmy
Losers can never win me, you can never offend me
My goal in life is a Grammy, hopefully momma will attend the
Ceremony with all my homies, I'm suicidal
This my Zombie Circus, I hope the majors heard this
Fuck a deal, I just want my father's email
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