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Tyler
Tyler
The Creator
The Creator

N/A114 dilihat
Kunci: D minor
Verse 1
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Satan's getting jealous of the wolves,
the demons say they preferring us
Books on not giving a fuck is what they're
referring us (Wolf Gang)
Wolves, I know you heard of us,
we're murderous
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An d young enough to get the fucking
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priest to come and flirt with us
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You niggas rap about fucking
bitches and getting head
Instead I rap about fucking
bitches and getting heads
While you niggas stacking bread,
I can stack a couple dead
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Bodies, making red look less of a color,
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more of a hobby
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I'm not a rapper nor
a rapist nor a racist
I fuck bitches with no permission
and tend to hate shit
Brag about the actions
in a rhyming pattern matter
Then proceed to sat her down when I go
splatter in her chatterbox
Atta boy, Odd Future,
you're not in our category
Torture with the super soaker
at the Asian liquor store
This the type of shit that make a Chris
Brown want to kick a whore
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That make songs about the wet blockers when
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it rains and pours
(Umbrella) I hate this,
screaming fuck patience
Got a nigga shaking like
the calmest fucking Haitian
After chronic masturbation,
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asking where Mary-Kate went
went
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I want to be the reasons
why all lesbians hate dick
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I make this damn Bullwinkle
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the red moose
Game of duck-duck-duck tape tape
tape with a dead goose
She running 'round this motherfucking dungeon,
her legs loose
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Until I accidentally get the saw to her head,
Verse 2
oops
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Victim, victim, honey, you're my fifth one
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Honey on that topping when I stuff
you in my system
Rape a pregnant bitch and tell
my friends I had a threesome
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You got a fucking death wish? I'm a genie,
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it'll get done
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Nice to meet you, but it's more
pleasant to eat you
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With a leaf of salad and some dress
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ing pouring out a teacup
Bitch, I'm Tyler the Creature,
suck your feet up like a beach of leeches
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Rubber more than the fucking
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bottom of a sneaker
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Jeeper the fucking creeper,
get your daughter and keep her
In the jeeps where the Wolf
Gang rides around deeper
Take her to Ladera, now she's scared
and you're embarrassed
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Filled with terror, chop her legs off and
tell her to run some errands
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Put her eyes in a canteen,
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take her to the Berrics
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Stare at Steve, say it costs ten to fuck Eric
Put her in the lake, her body sinks great,
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now it's time to fish her like Derek
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Satan says we're dangerous,
we're trading kids for angel dust
And snuff and sniff,
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and now that Michael Jackson's trying to suck our dick
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Hippopot the fucking llamas, dead bodies,
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cheerleading squaders
Gave the team a bunch of fucking
bees and the Keke Palmer
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They will never catch him
or catch up
They asked me what it was,
I told them fuckers it was ketchup
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Nutty like my Chex mix,
she bleeding from her rectum
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Odd Future wolves stirring ruckus,
throwing sets up, yep
Verse 3
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This the type of shit that make chil
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dren break in apartments
When you tell a fucking orphan you don't love
them 'til they heart thin
(I hate you!) Starve her 'til I carve
her then I shove her in the Rover
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Where I cut her like a barber
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with a Parkinson's disorder
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Store her in a portable freezer
with me to Portland
Catch me with a bunch of fucking
Mexicans crossing the border
I'll be the only wetback who
ain't really touched the water
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Cause I'll be too fucking busy tryna flirt with
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Jesus' daughter
(Fuck Mary) I'm awesome,
and I fuck dolphins
Sicker than the starving Nigeri
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an kids barfing
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Odd Future Wolf Gang Nazi bar mitzvah
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With your sister at the bar playing
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leg and arm twister
Evident that I'm the shit,
I'm the Pooh like Tigger dick
I got these cracker doctors saying,
"yeah Bob, this nigger's sick"
Animal safari,
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if I offend you I'm sorry
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Because I'm the blackest
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skinhead since India Arie
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I don't smoke weed,
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so no need for the matches
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I said fuck coke and now I'm
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snorting Hitler's ashes
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I plan on either dying for
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suicide or my asthma
Being the only bastard in
a box logo casket
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Rashes on my dick from licks
of shishkabob Sagets
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In some Kanye West glasses scream
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ing out "fuck faggots"
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Catch me in my attic taking
photos of my dad's dick
Drop the beat here to make
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it extra climactic
Verse 4
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What the fuck?
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I'm speechless, that was, fuck
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Shit,
Tyler, you're
gonna need some help
I'm not a.. fuck it, different
subject
How's that girl you were telling me about?

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