[Tyler] In this fuckin' line at Ralph's buyin' granola bars Left my member's card and now this shit gon' have an extra charge This old bitch in front of me buyin' a color printer TV dinners, tampons, soy milk, paint thinner [Domo] So here I am at the store for some chips That I'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit And I'm still high, so I'm tryna dip But I'mma cut through the line to get outta this bitch [Tyler] What the fuck, who the fuck's this gay nigga in fake Gucci? Jordan numbers, whatever, wood chain with a Jesus Hey you, what the fuck you think you doin'? [Domo] Nigga fuck you! I'm just eatin' ruffles, gotta lotta stuff, fool So, why don't you fuckin' wipe that stupid look on your face [Tyler] Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns And shoot caps at knee caps to make it harder to run And put your ankles in some boards and pissy water for fun [Domo] Nigga, I'm a samurai, cut your skinny ass in half Look up at the aftermath, blow some fuckin' hash and laugh [Tyler] I'm a fuckin' ninja and a jedi and I am from Compton Better pick a better option 'fore these Nikes get to stompin' Chompin' at your oxygen chords, you fat fake Kenan Thompson Like a virgin, cherry faggot, we could get it poppin' [Domo] I bet you lock and drop it faggot bitch, you ain't from Compton Dumbo ears, you Mary Poppin with the piece that Kel was rockin' I will fuckin' beat yo ass, box logos through the glass I'll hit you hooky like you skippin' class, Lee would get the math [Tyler] Oh really? You're silly givin' tip drills to nilly Get them Ruffles no ... cause Kiara might kill me Aw, fuck this, I'm grabbin' two kitchen knives And stabbin' this Ice Cube look-a-like to show you a nigga with attitude [Domo] Wait, I heard about you from that other nigga Earl How you traveled to Milan and now it only likes girls I'll roundhouse you into a fuckin' basket Push you into an old lady baggin' plastic Hope you get the message, I will stomp you into potholes And fill you up with shells but you're used to eatin' tacos [Tyler] Oh, a Taco joke, Domo smoke, I heard Your album sound like some shit a fake Wiz Khalifa papa wrote I'm insulted, shit, damn, somebody grab the Charmin Nevermind these messages, Monica her nigga armin' [Domo] Swift-made switch blades made a big incision in him Red dot his forehead cause Riley's into Hinduism And hipsters who happen to be your listeners Doobies roll your booty ho Alexis know the truthy, bro [Tyler] Oh, a Lexus? I drive that all around The western hemisphere like all of Kiara's ex's And bet this, I'm a mothafuckin' monster Fuck talkin', I'll stab you with this fuckin' rocket launcher [Domo] When I cock the beam back, I'm aimin' for Supreme hats Go to hell, I mean that, burn you like green backs [Tyler] You don't mean that, you faggot, I'll get your back and I'll snap it And strangle you with that fuckin' leather jacket Fall, bitch, give me everythin', I'm takin' all this And fleein' the scene on Rufus, my evil walrus, bitch Fuck you, I'm out [Domo] I'm high as fuck and I didn't call for all this I'mma get on my zombie shit, wait, here's my carcass

• published: 17 Jun 2011
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