Yo, fuck 2DopeBoyz and fuck Naw Right And any other fuck-nigga-ass blog that can’t put an 18 year old nigga Making his own fucking beats, covers, videos and all that shit Fuck you post-Drake-ass cliche-jerking, LA-slauson rapping Fuck-nigga-ass Hypebeast niggas, now back to the album Well, Tyler, hi, I’m Dr. TC, and um, I’m guessing That your teacher sent you here to talk cause you were misbehaving Um, it’s gonna be three sessions, today, tomorrow, Wednesday So, just tell me something about yourself Well look, if you don’t talk, I mean these sessions are going to go slower This is what the devil plays before he goes to sleep Some food for thought some food for death, go ahead 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 possessed This meeting just begun, nigga I’m Satan’s son My mother raised me a single parent so it’s apparent That I got love for my mother, none of you other fuckers 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 them 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 in a tampon, but keep the lamp on Cause this album pack enough evil That you can’t fit inside a Jansport, go to school with this I go from AP to JC inside a 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 honor classes By those that were slow as molasses, take this shit to school 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
I wear green hats because I’m fortunately lucky Fuck me the monster said, somehow 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 I graduated without honors or fucking father He died (I’m so sorry) 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 our brains racing like dating, wearing some fucking Heelies 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 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 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 is 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 mom is all I have so it’s never meet the parents When Danielle or Malonda decide to fucking share This confused boy, I wanna hug hoy, I’m bad for you kids to listen to Soy is not the choice, I’m bad milk, drink it Whoa, umm, it seems you had a lot to say Uh, who knows I might feel as I’m evaluating 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 a tear they try to tell me but I never listen
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I’d tell him to eat a dick quicker than Mexicans sprint over borders I give a fuck like a quarter with 20 cent At Hamptons with Fred Hampton relaxing at Happy Camper It’s the fucking financial aid at Hamptons wasn’t relaxing, I’m taxing “Fuck ‘em all!”’s what I’m chanting, don’t complain I’m just ranting Fuck ranking, I’m the best, I’m the champion’s chariot I’m a liar like Carrey in “Liar, Liar” I’m dirtier than the sheets in the Marriott, Cable guy like Larry Peter Pan in my youth, fucking fairies I’m using my tooth bait to get that bitches teeth paste Fuck it, Odd Future some Nazis, black Nazis don’t copy We perfect, you sloppy, hotter than Saki Takei Fuck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet Screw you like a black teen on Judge Hatchett Hang with thrashers and jackers Drug dealers and crackers, AP students and slackers I’m backwards like Jermaine Dupri in ‘93 Escaping from concentration camps with a fucking girl board and a ramp That I ordered from CCS with some diamonds that’s VVS Like I went to Sierra Leone in a homecoming dress With some matching pink panties, lipstick from my granny Sup on my hat like that motherfucker friendly White, red-headed bitch reminded me of Annie She dino like my state of mind, so yeah she understand me Fuck You Bunch is here, never disrespect my family That’s for my little brother, sister, cousin and my auntie Wasted fucking youth? All you old niggas antiques We go skate, rape sluts and eat donuts from Randy Bitches like Tia Landry watching Billy and Mandy Motherfuckers wanna be Odd but you can’t be Sit the fuck down all you old niggas stand me, faggot I guess I got to be a fucking hand-me-down rapper From Los Angee area anytime I’m fucking landing Fuck 2DopeBoyz and NahRight, shout out to Hype Track Them motherfuckers could never get rid of me Guess I gotta do a fucking song with Dom Kennedy Get these fucking hip hop bloggers to start feeling me Because I’m seventeen, compose my own beats Lyrically I’m dope enough to ass-fuck the dude who made nicotine Maybe I should buy some Hundreds, wear some fucking skinny jeans And follow in your footsteps like a motherfucking millipede Centipede, make songs about Gucci and ciggaweed Jerk with my freshmen like it’s some motherfucking little league
No I’m not no fucking hipster, mister No I’m not no fucking Kid Cudi, all my fucking fans love me Collaboration hits for fans screaming fuck buddies, yo, yo I’m driving in a stolen truck, and I’m probably fucking drunk Wasted as fuck, can’t walk it out, DJ Unk My nose is filled with coke and my license is revoked (Shut the fuck up!) Who the fuck told me not to spoke? Fuck everybody here, everybody vanished, I’m managed Hop off my dick and make a fucking sandwich Everybody listening can suck my dick in Spanish Fuck you, faggot (fucking bastard) Yeah, um, as you can probably tell from listening to this record I was, I was probably angry, probably on my period But um, I didn’t mean to offend anyone, alright, I’m lying, OF
[Verse 1: Tyler] Hello, the hype is so mellow Bitch I’m dope but my pipe is so yellow The blue polka dots, pink stripes and it’s pink on the title Nigga fuck your role model bitch, I’m my own idol and If you can’t face it my nigga, you can ass it My accessorize accessories bring out my assets Nigga they sound on acid, tablets Stussy’s G-Shock with my custom pair of 3D glasses I suffer from ADHD I should win a fucking award for being me Beat banging the tom-toms My producer selection is fresh nigga, fuck Vons Ace the underdog, thrown them on the back bender Cause I change my outfit more than transsexuals change gender Eating Belgian waffles with Italian biscotts I sold my soul to the devil for thirty percent off And to you emo kids who walk around pissed off Step one: pull your panties down and start to piss off Step two: run to your radio, turn this shit off Nigga didn’t bother, so my father didn’t help So when my mom would beat my ass, she would always hit 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 award tour, on excursions, I’m a virgin of swap meets I’m so pure, so sick it’s no cure I’m dope, where the fiends at? Aight, where the jeans at? The hat, the crew, the t-shirt is Supreme [Verse 3: Casey Veggies] And they see me they play Pictionary I got a good way with words like a dictionary And in that dictionary my name is “by Fresh” They at the same spot they making no progress Becoming a good rapper ain’t that easy of a process Eargasms they have them The hotels we staying in twelve star Tyler say “Yo Casey just write a twelve bar” If I’m with twelve people, I’m with twelve stars You haters put up your guards
They against us? Oh no Red and white diamonds, Supreme box logo No I’m not no fucking hipster, mister No I’m not no fucking Kid Cudi, all my fucking fans love me Collaboration hits for fans screaming fuck buddies, yo, yo I’m driving in a stolen truck, and I’m probably fucking drunk Wasted as fuck, can’t walk it out, DJ Unk My nose is filled with coke and my license is revoked (Shut the fuck up!) Who the fuck told me not to spoke? Fuck everybody here, everybody vanished, I’m managed Hop off my dick and make a fucking sandwich Everybody listening can suck my dick in Spanish Fuck you, faggot (fucking bastard) Yeah, um, as you can probably tell from listening to this record I was, I was probably angry, probably on my period But um, I didn’t mean to offend anyone, alright, I’m lying, OF
Got all the black bicthes mad cuz my main bitch vallina She tryna to get her groove back like stella, grab the umbrella When it comes to your perception of my shit I’m hellen keller When it comes to the perfection of my shit I know you smell the RECTUM I’m like a chromosome I always ex ‘em Like wolverine steps in attackin’ a deadly weapon I’m openin’ a church to sell coke and Led Zeppelin And fuck Mary in her ass ha ha yo I’m fucking Goldilocks up in the forest In the three bear house eating their muthafuckin’ porridge I tell her it’s my house, give her a tour In my basement, and keep that bitch locked up in the 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 cannon Hanging from my neck like it’s a muthafuckin’ circus 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 Im makin’ moves 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 dignity 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 double 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 asthma every time I start to itch my throat I got a new show for MTV, “Pimp My Boat” Because some bitch said my semen was dirty, that’s silly ho The most that they can do is find me, Im hiding Somewhere where Chris Stokes cant find me Oh no Mister Stokes I don’t like misters no Don’t 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
Im making moves 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 all stars 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 don’t nigga so why don’t 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 don’t 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 DiGiorno You homos is loco your prolly drinking Cuervo With some vatos with the door closed watchin’ zorro you homos
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 hos 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 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 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 so 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 somethin
It’s late and you stuck in my base-one Come downstairs with nothin’ but a shoe string Yeah bitch this date’s done 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 I like my girls how I like my drugs, white Lord, you’re so pretty, lyin’ in my arms I just got one request, stop breathing’v
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 the physiological 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 possession She showed me affection like a drug dealer using her pocket for my protection The pigs fly away in the morning But I ain’t get to see you today And if I want to go outside I got to make sure that I can play here I bet you’ve never seen a pig fly Well you ain’t been looking through my eyes I bet you’ve never seen a pig fly, nope Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes Went to sleep at seven never 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 maturity won’t be too mad at me But if so, I’ll take the scorn, indeed happily Long as I can feel my heart tap like happy feet Fatherless kids, orphans 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, that’s from The pigs fly away in the morning But I ain’t get to see you today And if I want to go outside I got to make sure that I can play here I bet you’ve never seen a pig fly Well you ain’t been looking through my eyes And my circus is all night (Don’t go home tonight) It’s all night (Don’t go home tonight, chill) It’s all night (Please stay, don’t go home tonight) I’m an odd fellow, the opposite of mellow
The therapist said hello but my mom would wonder I was dealing with iller shit like professional plumbers Like food for thought was my father but I ain’t have the hunger My self esteem was like me, tall and full of flaws My pride is gone, I’m that guy like Aaron Hall Shit, I know some niggas wear their hearts on they sleeves But I wear mine on my head, Supreme
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) 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 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) I scream and jump around on couches while you sit and talk I skip to places, smiling faces, while you fucking walk My TV stays on Cartoon Network, fuck that Twilight shit You have highlights about your life, I have lights ‘bout 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 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) Good kids make bad grown ups Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks In my wolf suit I roam where the wild things at Still growing, still learning, not knowing that I’m maxed I don’t want to grow up, I know that shit for a fact, nigga eighteen 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) They say I’m immature, I say that they depressed I talk to unicorns, I’m wearing a uniform Of a nigga that don’t give a fuck about time You live your life all serious while I’m enjoying mine
We come through throbbing like thunder storms Make their feets get wet and funky up in they under arms I’m too explosive for your ears like I’m throwing bombs With the exclusive on the channel, bitch I know it’s on Niggas get mad like cheerleaders, they throw they pom-poms Suck a dick, eat salaam getting they nails done in salons Hodgy Beats is like limp balm If you talk shit, I’ll make you cry and tell your big moms I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms Haters must be starving nowadays I make California Vietnam And I’m going to embalm my creativity Into a CD-ROM, so you can feel this shit I’m on Turn it up, where’s the bass? Bring the keys, yeah Turn it up, where’s the bass? Bring the keys, oh my God Turn it up nigga, where’s the bass? Could you bring the keys? Yeah Turn it up, nigga where’s the bass? Drop the drums Pink chinchilla, something like thrilla My t-shirts are bathing, a bathing gorilla You niggas all hype like you drink a cup of Splenda But I ate the whole plate like a fat bitch dinner I’m never the winner, always the loser I don’t choose to win, but I will choose her Her kitty-cat fish loves his tuna I never use a fork I always spoon her Go nuts, instrumental flow much European model white bitch is eating donuts Fuck you faggots, I’m with a fat bitch Making shit come like I’m go-go gadget I’m mental, it’s instrumental Make your bitches’ therapist ask for dental records And I hope this record have you stabbing niggas with colored pencils Turn it up, where’s the bass? Bring the keys, yeah Turn it up, where’s the bass? Bring the keys, oh my God Turn it up nigga, where’s the bass?
Could you bring the keys? Yeah Turn it up, nigga where’s the bass? Drop the drums Yo, bubble gum that Reese’s Pieces You fail at life, I’ll mug your teachers I’ve got Muslims calling on Jesus I fucked Kelly, where is Regis? Found Alicia, now she keyless Cold as ice, and now I’m creamless Murdered every bod from my squad So technically, now I’m teamless, O.F. is so prestigious
Uh, addicts arise, when I arrive In this cracked crack fag back slab in disguise Fat sack of knives in the passenger side, bitch Reach for the door, get your access denied I’m not an asshole I just don’t give a fuck a lot The only time I do is when a bitch is screaming, “Tyler, stop” The big bad wolf to me you’re just a minor fox Red riding is getting some of this wolfly odder cock We the niggas you scared of, like bad dentists Flow is anthemic, dirty like it’s plants in it Sick, spit a pandemic, crack and cancer mixed with cannabis To have a bitch, ready to stab a clit with some glass and shit Your whole gang will be diminished, Bunch got the Brady’s in it Spit sick shit like my saliva got the rabies in it Fuck rap, I’ll be a landlord so I can rape the tenants daughter Leave my house with a new stomach, and a baby in it Face it, me and Ace’s is sick like malaria carriers Jim Carrey her to the cemetery to bury her Listen busters, scarier when I finger fuck her After I dig her up and then eat her out with a bit of mustard Took karate, mommy told me, “Tyler toughen up” Rihanna haircut, somebody tell Chris Brown to fuck me up Had to teach the bitch manners, now I gotta learn her I’ll beat the fuck out your bitch anonymous, Ike Turner Over, sloppy seconds is my preference Except for when I’m feeding on the flesh of a pedestrian Nessy loch monster stop Will he though? Probably not Silly hoes lick my balls like FIFA lollipops Get the certain tingle, eating Haagen Dazs With some soccer moms where they like to fucking sit and mingle Watch an Animal Planet document on the Eagles In the flyest ‘06 Supreme beanie, Sigel Your grind’s feeble, I’m regal, really, I’m Willy Smith I am Legend, a snicker dick in a vanilly chick Come take a stab at it faggot, I pre-ordered your casket This is known as a classic, yeah that chapped lips crack shit Hat is always forest so the bitches call me Gump But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her Fuck her in a Hummer while I rape her then I put her in a slumber It’s not a figure of speech when I tell you that I dumped her Known narcissists, sipping on arsenic Carved carcasses in the garage, don’t park in it Hard as finding retarded kids at Harvard
It’s Wolf Gang barking keep you up like car alarms and shit Over the edge, yeah I hide in a potato sack ‘Cause I’m cold as ice like Anasia when she fucking Traq I’m the type to put you down to bring myself up So when I rape a bitch I hold her down and get my best nut The reincarnation of ‘98 Eminem 60 Crip and Grizzly and some RMK Denim Pay attention I’m stabbing your women friends, like a gentlemen Then dipping with the fucking pen to go sin again White girl, you can ask her what the dick be like At monster madness doing drive by’s on a fucking fixie bike Fuck it moron, snorting Oxycontin, wearing cotton Oxymoron like buff faggots playing sissy dykes This the shit that get cripple bitches to hop Dirty crack pipes lit, bullshit to stop, halt Boss broke, spouse choke, blouse open Sly’s little shop of horrors, now showing I hate gays, gangbangers and fucking jerkers Unless it’s gay gangbangers that’s fucking jerkers Whoa yo, yo no homo, I’m not gay, faggot Odd Future Wolf Gang, Wu-Tang banging in your system Probably banging in your sister with my children swimming in her system Let me say this shit in slow-mo, homo You don’t fucking skate, take off that box logo
I don’t want to play you, I just want to tape you undressing 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 thoughts to rape you really turns me on Press my buttons baby, press my fucking buttons baby You’re my favorite show, any chance I get I try to watch Die hard fan can’t stop with the tapings Sort of like a psycho when I can’t stop with the rapings Of the VHS especially during sex baby Press my buttons baby, press my fucking buttons baby Ready to watch? I’m a slip it in the tape deck But put it in slow-mo, I don’t want to bust the tape yet, press play Now this is what I call an evening A live show, almost equivalent to the screening Your 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 Press my buttons baby, press my fucking buttons baby Danielle, Danielle, yeah you heard about Raquel Well that didn’t go well, let us 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 Can I sleep over, and wake up next to you? I want to feel you near, just let me whisper in your ear, um We can kick it on the couch, blunt you can roll it up But I’m on some shrooms if you really want to feel the room I just want to kick it, kick it for the rest I skated all day, I just need some rest, I’m depressed Can I sleep over, and wake up next to you? I want to feel you near, just let me whisper in your ear, um We can count the stars on the hood in your father’s car He’s a buster anyway, I can take him any day Look into your eyes I realize that I like you so much That was corny, now I’m horny, can I have a kiss? Can I sleep over, and wake up next to you? I want to feel you near, just let me whisper in your ear, um We both teenagers with the same mind state How about some ice cream and some South Park for this first date? Your cat is waiting for that raw fish I can’t wait, get it? Can I sleep over, and wake up next to you? I want to feel you near, just let me whisper in your ear, um
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 mini, blasting “You’re a jerk” In some fucking yellow skinnies looking like a fucking faggot Bouncing round the house trying to 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 pop tart, when I bite into them red I’m a self-racist, you should tape this, ask Sarah, I’m the rapist I’m a fascist, fuck fashion, Gucci belts is for them faggots My hat is by Jabbia and if you got a fucking problem With the future, you can get a death wish just like Atiba Fuck the biz apparent, Odd Future errant I’m watching the Berrics getting head from someone’s parent Blind fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed That I’m sharing in the force with the cyclops staring I’m flying on a beaver, you’re a disbeliever So don’t ask for no mothafucking ride when you see us Swim right past you, the shit-list said that I’m nutty such a cashew 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 Kill the jungle let the cats loose You didn’t see me here if someone ask you I want to 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 ensure that everything’s fat She ain’t got time to try and relieve ya But she’ll get all in your head, Sativa 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 them high like the decibels So we get them high, get them high like cholesterol In a overweight mother-lover, my tracks is filled with blubber That’s fat, who needs another producer? Chica-go-getter 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 when the door closed, I show up with four hoes Best believe I’m leaving with more of those And I got a girlfriend so I’m a keep lying until the verse end, FIN Brandun Deshay, Hodgy Beats, Ace the Creator Odd Future, O.F. until, until from now until forever
We grind, these niggas asking for some promo We sit back, observe, stacking hella box logos Square circle jerks starting O.F. moshpit Preaching to the poets, I’m an O.F. prophet No less profit, themed when we drop shit Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split It’s that crack, give you something to sell Put these bitches on lock down, something like jail Thought she hot I swear, probably rougher than hell And she ain’t gay, but the only thing she like is fucking Chanel Light skinned women, all sex everything Think we can fit ten in, bowls packed with everything Everything that we call flight, living life This is everything that we call hype I’m everything that they call nice She in colors and shit, she off that northern lights, right Intimidated by niggas you can’t be I’m a G, and this is something you can’t see Top ranked, number one my son And she looking for them trees, baby we got some And stay focused on the women and you get less done It’s ironic cause I always hear you talking about one Them other niggas smoke, they ain’t this high How high? Nigga, higher than the kites they fly
I like my girls skinny with brains I like my hoodies fucked with Lame 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 sitting 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 trying to 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 want to eat you out like jello And mess with your body like the bass and the cello And tell your mom I said hello, you want to go to prom? (Nigga hell no) Fuck (Shit) and another one, there goes 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 want to tie her body up and throw her in my basement Keep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went Tyler, what you doing? Shut the fuck up! Uh umm You gon’ fuckin’ love me bitch Uhh Or I’ma fuckin’ put this gun in your fuckin’ head But all I really want is a kiss on the cheek In private, not public in the streets And your cupcake how we 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 got to love me I’m serious (I love you) I don’t ask for much Your heart literally is what I do want for lunch Now this shit is turning 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 laughing, you’re a gold Oscar and I’m just actin’ And I want your cinema hole, and have our kids play supporting role Climbing 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 laying on my chest The rest is in my stomach, that’s including your breast And I’m a just take another guess Now you probably wishing that you would have said yes Am I crazy? Maybe, but fucked up is how I been lately Shit, I don’t give a fuck, your family looking for you, wish them good lu Bitch, you tried to play me like a dummy Now you stuck up in my mothafucking basement all bloody And I’m fucking your dead body, your coochie all cummy Looking in your dead eyes, what the fuck you want from me? What did you want from me? What did you want from me?
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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 cockadoodle 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) My nigga, no hook No hook, fuck a hook Yo, beside me, nobody likes me Mainly because I am not a fuckin’ HypeBeast I think Supreme suck, we gnarly all 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 thrashin’ muthafuckers is my gang And the dirty Ladera 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 My nigga, no hook No hook, fuck a hook (It’s gold) The gold is in the back (It’s gold) The pixels 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 Synthesizer, I’m the
(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 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 Drop it, Ace the Creator, O.F.N, bangin’ on your FM Ace the Creator, drop the drums, nigga, thank you to HypeBeast
So, do you party? (Nah, I just do ignorant hoodrat shit With me and my niggas in the fucking mall, Odd Future Wolf Gang) Niggas at the fucking mall, niggas where my fucking drawers? Think I’m happy? Think I’m sad? Bitch you fucking know my dad He wears his pants up in his ass, touch his ass, grab his dick You’s a fag, you like that shit, O.F. is the fucking clique I’m going off the top of the brain Nigga don’t know how to rap but I’m in the game Fuck that shit, I don’t give a fuck I’m back up in the fucking club, niggas know I’m at the mall Eating chips with my drawers, how you doing? How you fall? Swag, swag, swag, swag Tina perm your fucking weave Eat my ass, lick my balls Bitch I’m in the fucking mall, with my niggas eating ham Bitch I got that fucking swag, you don’t know my fucking dad I don’t know my fucking dad, what is this a fucking purse? I ain’t fucking Mexican, but we can have sex again With your sister with no rubber (Alexis’ real name is Alex) What the fuck? That’s your fucking brother? I ain’t with that jerkin’ shit Unless it’s Steve Harvey’s buff sister trying to jerk my dick Swag, swag, swag, swag Tina perm your fucking weave I’m with your girlfriend eating chips Um, stop the beat, bitch Alright, yeah, nigga, I was in the mall With my niggas busting triggers, yeah, swag Swag, swag, swag, swag Tina perm your fucking weave Bitches, hoes, weaves, leather jackets (Nigga don’t know) Bitches, weaves, hoes, leather jackets Bitches, weaves, hoes, swag (I’ma kill you and that fucking baby, bitch)
My father died the day I came out of my mother’s hole He ain’t give a fuck about you And left a burden on my soul until I was old enough He ain’t give a fuck about we To understand that the fucking faggot didn’t like me much So what the fuck we going to do? He loved my moms enough to bust a nut and then he shake Junt Fuck you (I’m good) Bring your pops to school today for twelve years I cheated Fuck you (I graduated) Told the fucking faculty that he was at a meeting and Without you (I’m good) Bring that dude to life day, he wasn’t at the meeting Fuck you (I’m good) Made a U-turn on the way there like, “the fuck am I thinking” Nigga eighteen (I’m good) Birthdays, Christmas my only fucking wishlist was CD’s (and a father) Fuck you (I’m good) And a new fitted instead I got some CD’s Got a car nigga (Fuck you) I hated, some Ritalin, some white socks Eat a dick nigga, bitch I was hyper because I didn’t get attention from my real pops The cold is nice, and I’m not talking about the weather Cops say I’m supposed to be in jail but they don’t know it’s me The skin is thick, no need for leather, your father called Statistics say that niggas with no father ain’t going to be shit He said you’re better without him, I’m not the only fuck Well I guess I had one because nigga I’m it Without them, how to tie a tie and how to get your suit hemmed up You smell that? That’s the odor of success bitch Take it to the shop, then what? I know I’m not the only bastard in America Fuck it, momma’s proud of her asthmatic thin fuck So I’m going to need some help, on this next part Luck on my brim Supreme keeps me warm Scream it with me niggas When the cold blood swarms in my veins, fuck rain in the summer Fuck you (I’m good) The bummer is the fact that I’m black Fuck you (I graduated) And I hang with white neos who’s nero stays frio Without you (I’m good) Now this counselor is trying to tell me that I’m emo, she don’t give a fuck Fuck you (I’m good) D-low where’s the trigger, I’ll let this bullet play hero bang Nigga eighteen (I’m good) Fuck you (I’m good) Got a car nigga (Fuck you) Eat a dick nigga, bitch 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 what she would like Cause she’s playing both roles like her occupation was dyke, fucking right I ain’t look up to Obama and Nixon, I look up to the Hugo’s and Dixon’s The niggas in the vision rap about the shit they cooking in the kitchen Pushing keys like them niggas that were banging on the keys My father never seen me, the nigga probably Stevie He bought me a hoodie, a couple albums Like that’s going to make up for the years and the tears And the money that my momma spent on rent and clothes You fucking dipped out, I swear to God if I see you I’m a get out the M-16 and let a fucking clip out Cause in sixteen years, you let your kid down the existence, none I don’t give a fuck either like father, like son, I’m done He ain’t give a fuck about me