[Intro] You wouldn't do that Tyler, kill yourself or anyone You don't even have the balls to begin with What you need is me, someone to talk to Uh, it's been a while since our last session So, tell me what's been going on
[Verse 1] I'm not a fucking role model (I know this) I'm a 19 year old fucking emotional coaster with pipe dreams Since Kanye tweeted telling people he's bumping all of my shit These mothafuckas think I'm supposed to live up to something? Shit I'm still jacking off and proceeding my life careless But getting more pussy cause I tell bitches I'm Wood Harris (As you should) From Philly to Paris, I'm getting these weird stares At skateparks and airports all in the year, it's weird Yonkers dropped and left them craniums mindfucked Now competition missing like that nigga my mom fucked He still hasn't called me yet (That's not your fault) But that's a whole fucking different argument, shit I got over it And the couple bucks in my pocket, so now I could go buy A couple hot pockets and grandmom could stop cooking Them nasty ass collard greens, pressures on me like this top hat Bastard intro, how the fuck I'm gonna top that?
[Interlude] Okay, you guys caught me I'm not a fucking rapist or serial killer, I lied
[TC] We know. You just want attention. You'll be fine
[Verse 2] I tried to hard, huh? Made a couple thou' and I just don't know what to buy yet The 'Preme shit is free and I don't drink so fuck a wine set Nigga fuck a mindset, my brain is an obscenity Fucked in the head, I lost my mind with my virginity Oh that's a triple three six, isn't he a devil worshiper? Cause I'm too fucking ignorant to do some research? I'm the star of the group (Yeah) So no one else gets the respect that they deserve cause of you (Bastard was good though) What you think I record it for? To have a bunch a critics to call my shit a bunch of horrorcore? Like I didn't make Parade or Inglorious Cause I'm too scared to tell my friends the way I really fucking feel Of course they only listen to lyrics about me pissin' off In the tombs of Lara Croft, I'm getting pissed off Message boards are on my dick, I need a pissing waiver Let me bust one in they mouth, I know they feel the flavor
[Tyler] Can't they just be happy for me Like, a kid with nothing, living out his dreams? Why they got to fucking hate?
[TC] I think everyone's happy, everyone's in a dream I think you're _____ Tyler, you have to believe that
[Tyler] I ain't even skate anymore, I'm too fucking busy I can barely kickflip anymore
[TC] Why? Why is that? Do you not have any free time at your house?
[Tyler] What the fuck you mean "I'm not talented?" You see the shit that I've been doing?
[TC] I have. I mean, you're a brave person
[Tyler] I'm not that great of a rapper but As a whole, I'm pretty cool, right?
[Verse 3] People excited thinking shit is so tight Getting co-signs from rappers that I don't even like What the fuck you want me to do? Start to gobble his mic? And start Jackson him off until his cock's blasting off? Fuck that, these niggas ain't fucking with me Cause I don't listen to the Immortal of Tech of the nique And all this underground bullshit that's never gon' peak On the Billboard Top 20 and Jam of the Week I'd rather listen to Badu and Pusha the T And some Waka Flocka Flame instead of that real hip hop That's bull of the sheet but they want to critique Everything that we, Wolf Gang, has ever released But they don't get it, cause it's not made for them The nigga that's in the mirror rapping, it's made for him But they do not have the mindset, that same as him I'm not weird, you're just a faggot, shame on him
[Interlude] [TC] It is, but Tyler, you're going to have to cut down on that "faggot" word That's very...that's a bad word
[Tyler] I'm not homophobic
[TC] I mean, I don't think you are
[Tyler] Faggot
[TC] Fine. Well, since the last time we...
[Tyler] The fuck is a good performance? I get on stage and I have as much fun as I can
[TC] I mean, you, you, it seems like you have fun But your Twitter posts, just... I mean, they're really random And it's ADD
[Tyler] Who doesn't have ADD? Well, I don't
[TC] I mean, sometimes, you're just really out in the distance And we just want to know, what's the problem for this?
[Tyler] I wish Thebe was here
[Verse 4] Therapy's been sinning and niggas getting offended They don't want to fuck with me cause I do not fuck with religion You see that's my decision, you fuckers don't have to listen Here, put this middle finger in your ear (I'd rather not) When someone gets blamed cause some white kid had aimed his AK-47 At 47 kids, I don't wanna see my name mentioned
[TC] I don't think anyone's going to mention I don't think anyone takes you serious enough to believe you
[Verse 5] College wasn't working and I wasn't working So I was at home jerking off until my dick was hurting But I was determined to be great, so those classes can wait Cause the four days that I went, I wasn't learning shit Now I'm living dreams that I wanted since 8 I can afford to get my mother something on her birthday
[TC] Well, you explained to me that you were in school, but I...
[Verse 6] They claim the shit I say is just wrong Like nobody has those really dark thoughts when alone I'm just a teenager, who admits he's suicide prone My life is doing pretty good, so that date is postponed for now Wow, life's a cute bitch full of estrogen And when she gives you lemons nigga throw them at pedestrians
[TC] So...what are you saying, take advantage? I mean, you've been doing pretty good I've seen that...
[Verse 7] I still live in my grandma's house Sell out a fucking show in London just to end up on couches I hate my fucking life, but when I make that announcement My hero calls my phone, just to put that in doubt then And then I am confused if I want in or just out My friends really think I'm playing when I say I need counseling I sit in grandmother's living room and just pout and shout loud Inside, sometimes I just want to die
[TC] No you don't
Odd Future came from the bottom And it's gonna take a couple armed armies trynna stop 'em All you fucking lames don't have to like me The devil doesn't wear Prada, I'm clearly in a fucking white tee
[TC] Whoa...uhm...alright Uh, she was telling me you went to New York
[Verse 1] I'm a fuckin' walkin' paradox, no I'm not Threesomes with a fuckin' triceratops, Reptar Rappin' as I'm mockin' deaf rock stars Wearin' synthetic wigs made of Anwar's dreadlocks Bedrock, harder than a muthafuckin' Flintstone Makin' crack rocks outta pissy nigga fishbones This nigga Jasper tryna get grown About 5'7" of his bitches in my bedroom Swallow the cinnamon, I'mma scribble this sinnin' shit While Syd is tellin' me that she's been gettin' intimate with men (Syd, shut the fuck up) Here's the number to my therapist (Shit) Tell him all your problems, he's fuckin' awesome with listenin'
[Verse 2] Jesus called, he said he's sick of the disses I told him to quit bitchin' and this isn't a fuckin' hotline For a fuckin' shrink, sheesh I already got mine And he's not fuckin' workin', I think I'm wastin' my damn time I'm clockin' three past six and goin' postal This the revenge of the dicks, that's nine cocks that cock nines This ain't no V Tech shit or Columbine But after bowlin', I went home to some damn Adventure Time (What'd you do?) I slipped myself some pink Zannies And danced around the house in all-over print panties My mom's gone, that fuckin' broad will never understand me I'm not gay, I just wanna boogie to some Marvin (What you think of Hayley Williams?) Fuck her, Wolf Haley robbin' 'em I'll crash that fuckin' airplane that faggot nigga B.o.B is in And stab Bruno Mars in his goddamn esophagus And won't stop until the cops come in I'm an over acheiver, so how 'bout I start a team of leaders And pick up Stevie Wonder to be the wide receiver Green paper, gold teeth and pregnant gold retrievers All I want, fuck money, diamonds and bitches, don't need 'em But where the fat ones at? I got somethin' to feed 'em In some cookin' books, the black kids never wanted to read 'em Snap back, green ch-ch-chia fuckin' leaves It's been a couple months, and Tina still ain't perm her fuckin' weave, damn
[Verse 3] They say success is the best revenge So I beat DeShay up with the stack of magazines I'm in Oh, not again, another critic writin' report I'm stabbin' any bloggin' faggot hipster with a Pitchfork Still suicidal? I am I'm Wolf, Tyler put this fuckin' knife in my hand I'm Wolf, Ace gon' put that fuckin' hole in my head And I'm Wolf, that was me who shoved a cock in your bitch (What the fuck, man?) Fuck the fame and all the hype, G I just wanna know if my father would ever like me But I don't give a fuck so he's probably just like me A muthafuckin' Goblin (Fuck everythin', man) That's what my conscience said Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead Now the only guidance that I had is splattered on cement Actions speak louder than words, let me try this shit, dead
Send "Radicals" Ringtone to your Cell What the fuck I look like sayin' I'm sorry To a bunch of fuckin' fags like they potentially owe me? I ain't never gonna bow to your expectation By the way, I got sixty fuckin' Wolves that'll guard me They skate hard brash black hoodies, try somethin' Make sure your fuckin' feelings end up up in a Glad bag Fuck all your opinions and tie 'em up in a shoestring And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing
Kill people, burn shit, fuck school I'm fuckin' radical, nigga
Fuck cops, I'm a fuckin' rock star Rebel and defiance makes my muthafuckin' cock hard Fuck pigs fuck [?] they all so fuckin' retard Fuck school, I'm a fuck up, fuck Harvard I ain't got no fuckin' money, hey mom I ain't got no muthafuckin' daddy, he ain't teach me shit Child support [?] that faggot still ain't bought me anything Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing
Kill people, burn shit, fuck school I'm fuckin' radical, nigga
(Verse 1: Frank Ocean) Golden rubbers in these denim pockets (denim pockets) On my waist, there's a black Glock (black Glock) New girl moved on the block (on the block) She been plottin' on my brown cock (brown cock) Last night I slept over hers (over hers) During sex, I overheard (I overheard) A sword sliced the air, I pulled out the na-na Rolled off the bed then shot back, pa-pa Blood on the sheets probably spillin' from my gash Looked out the glass, seen you sprintin' on the grass A real ninja with the blade and the mask Got them gold ninja stars and red Supreme nunchuks Now she tryna patch me up, but Girl, I was just tryna get a nutbust If that's your ex, you should probably own a pistol But I'm guessin' it's wiser to exit with dude
(Hook: Frank Ocean) The blinds wide open so he can See you in the dark when you're sleepin' Think about it, fresh out the shower You touch yourself after hours Ain't no man allowed in your bedroom You're sleeping alone in your bed But check your window, he's at your window
(Verse 2: Tyler, The Creator) The night light hits off, turnin' kisses to bites I'm a down to earth nigga with intentions that's right You'll be down in earth quicker if you diss me tonight But I'll be the happiest if you decide to kick it tonight We can chill and I can act like I don't wanna fuck You can tell me all your problems like I really give one But I give two for us cause you're the one that I want Don't wanna seem like a punk pussy that sips on the punk pussy See when I'm with my friends I just put on a front But in the back of my top I'm writing songs about we We as including I and yourself, making three Little ones (?) pretty hard if you ask me You're a pretty broad in the top three Of things that I've been waiting to come, so Meet me by the lake around 10 and skinny dippin' and then We can begin the pretend game, I wanna be Finn from Adventure in Time
(Hook)
(Bridge: Tyler, The Creator) One, two, you're the girl that I want Three, four, five, six, seven, shit Eight is the bullets if you say no after all this And I just couldn't take it, you're so motherfuckin' gorgeous Gorgeous, baby you're gorgeous I just wanna drag you're lifeless body to the forest And fornicate with it but that's because I'm in love with You... cunt
(Bridge 2: Tyler, The Creator) I just wanna talk, and conversate Cause I usually just stalk you and masturbate And I finally got the courage to ask you on a date So just say yes, let the future fall into place I just wanna talk, and conversate Cause I usually just stalk you and masturbate And I finally got the courage to ask you on a date So just say yes, let the future fall into place... cunt
[Intro:] Left Brain, Wolf Haley, Golf Wang Free Earl, uh
[Verse 1:] Goddamn I love women Daydream about penis being in 'em Meet them with a big grin with a Mac-10 Rope, katana, and then I skin 'em All beige suit made out of white women With the red lipstick dancing to John Lennon With the red sweater jeans made out of blue denim They can catch me in the spot where the sun don't shine Bitch don't mind me, shake your hiney The only motherfucking Wolf here, I spit venom You're a bad bitch with a real good kitten And I got the appetite of them fat black women Wolf Gang in this bitch with a bunch of raps with 'em Lookin' like the holocaust was a premeds [?] I am tryna get Ms. Piggy by the motherfucking hairs of her chinny chin chin Umm, what's that? The cock of a black dude Mad cause to start her, got the swag of a vacuum (Aww, fuck it) I'll take her to the back room, dungeon, fighting and punching And now the slut is under the fucking assumption That I will be fucking and munching her muffin Cum will be bleeding but that's not from the time signature of the month, umm
[Hook:] It's because, I'm Dracula bitch Don't got a problem smacking a bitch Kidnapping, attacking, with axes and shit So I grab them throats and start smacking them shits It's because, I'm Dracula bitch Don't got a problem smacking a bitch Kidnapping, attacking, with axes and shit Til she decides to take Dracula's dick
[Verse 2:] Goddamn I love bitches Especially when they only suck dick and wash dishes Cooking, cleaning, grant my wishes Make me and the Wolf Gang Sandwitches Transylvania crypt let's take a, tour Bitch try getting through that black trap, door Keep yelling and working them vocal chords And that'll be more of a reason that you'll get slapped up, for Is that four trunks comfy? (Fuck you!) Fuck me? No, fuck Buffy That little bitch keeps trying to hump me Jumping over dicks what the fuck she want from me? She keeps sending me garlic How many times I gotta tell her I'm allergic (I like your cape) Oh this baby ape cape? Bitch I got it for a bargain at the neighborhood target Fangs are sharp and I hope you know That all I really want from you is that throat I can't eat pussy cause I might leave cuts Then there's blood on my sheets, but that might be a plus On the channel a fucking animal, leaking like pairs of candles Bitches ain't hard to handle, I don't want a bride I just want bone marrow
[Hook:] It's because, I'm Dracula bitch Don't got a problem smacking a bitch Kidnapping, attacking, with axes and shit So I grab them throats and start smacking them shits It's because, I'm Dracula bitch Don't got a problem smacking a bitch Kidnapping, attacking, with axes and shit Til she decides to take Dracula's dick
[Outro:] Bite her in her fucking neck, bite her in her fucking neck Bottom of the fucking lake, bottom of the fucking lake Call my gang of wolves and bats, call my gang of wolves and bats It's a full moon tonight and these hoes ain't acting right It's because I'm Dracula bitch, swag, swag, swag It's because, Left Brain, Wolf Haley, Free Earl, Golf Wang
[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 Thebe?
[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, bro 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?) Tron Cat
Satan's gettin jealous of the wolves The demons said they preferrin' us Books on not givin' a fuck is what they referrin' us Wolves, I know you heard of us; we murderous And young enough to get the fuckin' priest to come and flirt with us You niggas rap about fuckin' bitches and gettin' head Instead I rap about fuckin' bitches and gettin' heads While you niggas stackin bread I could stack a couple dead bodies Making red look like less of a color, more of a hobby I'm not a rapper, nor a rapist, nor a racist I fuck bitches with no commission, they 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 my cata' Gore torture with the super soaker at the asian liquor store This the type of shit that make a Chris Brown wanna kick a whore That make songs about the wet blockers, when it rains, it pours I hate this, screamin' "Fuck Patience!" Got a nigga shakin' like the calmest fuckin' Haitian After chronic masturbation; askin' where Mary Kate went I wanna be the reason why all lesbians hate dick I'll make this damn bull winkle the red moose Game of duct, duct, duct tape with a dead goose She run around this mothafuckin' dungeon, her legs loose Until I accidentally get this saw to her head, oops Victim, victim, honey you're my fifth One, honey on that topping when I stuff you in my system Rape a pregnant bitch and tell my friends I had a threesome You got a fuckin' death wish, I'm a genie, it'll get done Nice to meet ya, but it's more pleasant to eat ya With a leaf and salad and some dressing pourin' out a teacup Bitch, I'm Tyler The Creature, suck ya feet up like a beach of leeches Rubber more than the fucking bottom of a sneaker whore Jeeper the fuckin' Creeper, get ya daughter and keep her In the Jeep where the Wolf Gang rides around deeper Take her to Ladera, now she's scared and you're embarrassed Filled with terror, chop her legs off and tell her to run some errands Put her eyes in a canteen, take her to The Berrics Stare at Steve say it Koston to fuck Eric Put her in the lake, her body seems great Now it's time to fish her, like Derrick Satan's us, we're dangerous We're tradin' kids for angel dust Snuff and sniff; now that Michael Jackson's tryna suck out dick Hippo to fuckin' llamas; dead bodies cheerleading squaders Gave the team a bunch of fucking bees and the Keke Palmer They will never catch him or catch up They asked me what it was, I told them fuckers it was ketchup Nutty like my Chex Mix, she's bleeding from her rectum Odd Future wolves stirring ruckus, throwing sets up This the type of shit that make children break in apartments When you tell a fucking orphan you don't love him till they heart thins Starve heart till I carve her then shove her in the rover Where I cut her like a barber with a Parkinson's disorder Store her in a portable freezer with me to Portland Catch me with a bunch of fuckin' Mexicans crossing the border I'll be the only wetback who ain't really touch the water Cause I'll be too fucking busy tryna flirt with Jesus' daughter I'm awesome, and I fuck dolphins Sicker than the starving Nigerian kids barfin' Odd Future Wolf Gang Nazi bar mitzvah With ya sista at the bar playing leg and arm twister Evident that I'm the shit; I'm the Pooh like Tigger's dick I got these cracker doctors saying, "Yeah, Bob, this nigga sick" Animal safari if I offend you, I'm sorry because I'm the blackest skin head since India Arie I don't smoke weed so no need for matches I said, "Fuck coke", and now I'm snorting Hitler's ashes I plan on either dying from suicide or my asthma Being the only bastard in box logo casket Rashes on my dick from licks of shishkabob sagets In some Kanye West glasses screaming out, "Fuck faggots" Catch me in the attic taking photos of my dad's dick Drop the beat here to make it extra climactic
(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: Tyler] Nigga had the fucking nerve to call me immature Fuck you think I made Odd Future for? To wear fucking 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 and a blog because his music sucks? (I did!) Well, you fucking up, and truthfully I had enough And fuck rolling papers, I'm a rebel, bitch, I'm ashing 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, 41k's, and nice ass lawns Those privileged fucks got to learn that we ain't taking no shit Like Ellen Degeneres clitoris is playing with dick I'm jealous as shit, cause I ain't got no home meal to come to So, if you do, I'm throwing fingers out screaming "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 fucking 'bout it, 'bout it, like I'm Master P in '96 It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks Surprised she hasn't taked the nasty dick inside her alley you The Golf Wang hooligans, is fucking up the school again And showing you and yours that breaking rules is fucking cool again I'm going harder than a midget jumping over me Chronic youth, I'm shoving 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 singing 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, looking 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 fucking funny now I'll push this fucking pregnant clown into a hydrant stuck in the ground I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking 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
[Tyler] Free Earl, that's the fucking shit And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks Um, Wolf Gang, that's the fucking 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 fucking with, bitch
[Outro] And we don't fucking make horrorcore, you fucking idiots Listen deeper than the music before you put it in a box
(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
[Hook] I can grab the fireworks, the soda, all the cookies we can eat Make you nauseous but be cautious, this is not Dawson's Creek We could sneak away, fuck it, you could bring an eighth I'm not gon' smoke but I'm just asking baby сould you meet me by the lake? Said bring a towel, well baby meet me by the lake Bathing suit is going down, shit just meet me by the lake We could count the shooting stars, well could you meet me by the lake? Summer never has to end with me
[Verse 1: Hodgy] I'm give it to her, she wants that summer time I'm give it like no other cause she knows I'm hers Damn right she's mine, we both know it So when we separate everything fine, her phone ringin' in her purse Damn right it's me, I'm her nigga, nigga Come for mines in summer time, I'mma bust that trigger, nigga Catch us where the beach at, she wanna go shopping Sun down after club cause she like to get it popping Sangria on my feet ma, cause she likes to get it popping No ecstasy for her but she wanna get it popping Drop topping, I measure her pleasure Then drop in when she get out of place I quantinize She is my concubine, I am her porcupine I poke her face her throat for taste, give me head like I'm on her mind I know her analyzation, so when she try to fake Summer time in the boat of love, meet me by the lake
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Tyler] I packed a couple sandwiches inside that basket And brought some extra towels if anyone was asking We should take a dip in that lake quick and then split Then do something that's beyond what we both can imagine
[Brigde] Watch the sunset, we can watch the sunset Watch the sunset (There goes the rainbow)
[Outro] Grab a drink, look in the sky, we never have to leave We're here, all night, school is in session Look, you know, the water's pretty deep, let's go to sleep
[Intro] Aww shit Three icy ass niggas from Odd Future doin' some crazy shit By the way, we do punch bitches
[Verse 1: Jasper] I'm swagging bitch, I'm iced out Oh you mad bitch cause I'm laying on the couch Smoke a blunt, fuck a bitch, in the butt, I'm bossing Don't give a fuck, I never roll Slauson I'm fly bitch, I should poke you in your eye, bitch Got the burner bitch, bow-bow You dead bitch, I'm hot as fuck I ain't never cold, but I'm icy bitch
[Hook] My bitch suck dick, like she suck dick
[Verse 2: Tyler] Got the bops in the house, socking bitches in they mouth See my neck iced the fuck out (I'm getting money nigga) At the fucking mall, 40 bitches on my nutsack I pulled up on a mothafuckin' unicorn (I'm getting ponies nigga) Wolf Gang nigga scream that to the mothafucka show me deaf Golf Wang nigga, Free Earl better show some motherfuckin' respect All this ice around my neck, all this ice around my dick Gun to her head make your bitch massage my shoulders
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Taco] Shut up bitch, suck my dick (Suck my nuts) You fuckin' bop, you better swallow it I got a chain with a fuckin' platinum plaque on it Is that a hundred dollar bill? I'll shit on it I bought a fuckin' whale, cause I'm ballin' Your bitch work for me, she my dish washer Swag on my dick, 30 thousand million, nigga
[Hook]
[Verse 4: Jasper] You boppin' bitch, you like this dick? We all know why, cause you's a boppin' bitch I got a burner, I pop you in your lip Zoom-zoom, yeah, I'm going fast bitch I'm loud as fuck, I'm ignorant Beat your bitch in her mouth just for talkin' shit You lurkin' bitch? Well, I see that shit Once again I gotta punch a bitch in her shit I'm icy bitch, don't look at my wrist Because if you do, I might blind you bitch Mount Everest ain't fuckin' with my fuckin' wrist Fuck global warming, this the Ice Age bitch
[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 when they 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
[Intro: Dr. TC] Tyler you obviously have some fucking problems And this is the end of this session, let's anything else you've gotta say?
[Verse 1:] Mom is getting jealous I see my manager more Than I see her before, I go on tour and it hurts I miss the days when this was fun but now it turned into work They getting legal, so now I gotta watch the shit that I blurt out My friends are turning into opposites Because my life is turning into opposite of sloppy wrist And all the bitches who forget about me want to ride my dick Harder than the white kids that copy shit Ending it is all I fucking think about, that's the shit I think about All alone, bawling 'til my mothafuckin' eyes bleed See, he's a leader in person and smile, shit gets disgursting When there's no person around, talking discussion shit, man Fuck, I'm putting myself at a distance For instance, my best friend is now my fucking assistant Niggas saying "Free Earl" without even knowin' him See, they're missing the new album, I'm missing my only friend
[Interlude:] When I say Odd, y'all say Future Odd... uh-uh, that shit's corny as fuck (Tyler, you have a cult following) To these white kids?
[Verse 2:] Charbroiled nigga on these dark beats Nashes with the Nazis but it's normal what the cops see Awesome at his concert, but he never had a pop, see Mommy was a living single queen with a lot tee So while my wallet's piling with symbolic colored paper I lace her, cause she gave me such a lot at such a young age 20, why didn't she get that abortion? Probably cause that motherfuckin embryo was morphing Into a Grammy winning schizophrenic fucking orphan Oops I meant bastard, a skinny ass disaster Mom works hard, still working on her masters Son lies about, taking classes at community college Just to record some bullshit he calls Bastard Start a fuckin cult, clash his talents in a brash way Before he even had a mustache and cash And all I got was a fuckin' shitty article in Thrasher
[Interlude:] I'm not crazy, I'm a fucking table, I'm a fucking table!
[Verse 3:] I'm a grab the Nina and find a nice arena Cause I can't even choose between Ortega or Suprema And I'm not even human, I'm a body shaped demon With some semen in my sack and some problems in the back And a life that's full of crap, and a finger filled with hate And a gat that's filled with love, now let opposites attract I can finally be one like a marriage in a church But this marriage has a hearse and the parents of the one That's getting married has a curse and it's made up inside of him Too late to reimburse but, wait it gets worse All the guests that's in the church, all decided to disperse So there was nobody who could stop the wedding with converse So they tied the knot, now it's too late to reverse This arrangement (Yes it is) and the nurse is amazed at the hurt That he was painting but it was obvious in all the photos He was paining, now a bunch of whispering immerse
[Outro:] And then the nurse blurts (What the fuck is his problem, here, we have two doses to give him, here) Why didn't anybody ask him first? (I've been asking you this whole time) Because nobody gave a fuck (Someone gave a fuck Tyler And, uh, the person that gave a fuck was me See, you're not, going crazy, it's me, I'm your best friend Tyler I know everything, I know everything about you You've been helping yourself this whole time Your friends, they're just figments of your imagination Dr. TC, see Tyler, I'm your conscience I'm Tron Cat, I'm Ace, I'm Wolf Haley, I'm...) Me
[Verse 1] Nigga this is my cup, drink the cyanide up Dope as fuck so I would really shoot a group of guys up Deep thought, I'm often lost (Fuck it) put me next to awesome Still can't tell the difference, just like Asians with their eyes shut Butt fuck a couple rocks, in the Wendy's parking lot Barking at the sight of light from my bright sparkling Cock-a-doodle, eatin' toaster strudel at a nude beach in Rome In a black-pink spaghetti strap, made of Roman noodles My bitch is bad, mixed with a thicky ass Get my dicky rocky this will end up in a sticky blast Chrissy Brown, mask on my face, now I'm kicking ass Life's a bitch, fuck college, mommy I am ditching class I rather be happy then fucking forty So fuck the teacher's lecture I'm having Sydney record me For the 2Dope.. (They didn't like it) Oh well, let's get XXL to write us a fucking story
[Hook: Hodgy] It's sitting right in my lap I see it, scribbled across the lines I read it I'm the fucking poet who knows it, you know it, you bogus Comprehend the language, you scared of war? I'm all anxious, we got the Angus if you want beef Now that's a burger for ya ass nigga (Slice the onions) Now that's a burger for ya ass nigga (Put on the cheese) Now that's a burger for ya ass nigga (Where's the barbeque sauce?) Now have that burger eat it fast nigga
[Verse 2] Fucking all, get you some, obviously intended pun Same time it took, Jason Dill to get the stitching done Custom made, one of one, sold out Roxy for some months Ski mask color of a pickle just to perform Sandwitches Started back in fucking London cracker children wanted something They could bump and punch a bunch and fuck a face stumble Now, moshing pits to breaking arms, Zombie Circus not a carn Evil wolfs is on the farm and were all evil harmed? Any sheep creep, quiet tendered sleep Make a peep, fucking body will go missing in a week Roam around the city with her titties like a fucking greek God, Bastard was the fucking shit, explains why it never leaked I am coming of my age with my Memphis Bleek Shooting from the sky, the only problem is the missing beak (Once I have my wings and my motherfucking chain) Oh that's the black talk you give me, let me down a couple cups of bleach
[Hook]
[Verse 3] Free Earl, that's the fucking shit And if you disagree, lick a couple pimple covered clits From some stripping lesbian dikes that fight niggas That like to rap about those dikes that fight niggas Alright, enough with this shit, let's talk business Acquire more currency, disregard bitches Go to Shake house and play Goblin in his kitchen Then force him and his mom to listen to track six then If he doesn't like it I'll just slice his fucking dick and Put it in the cabinet where the fucking cookies and chips is Take a bunch of pictures and post them on my Twitters and Go to Jimmy Fallon like faggot when we perfomin' Then a bunch of Golf Wang niggas start stormin' on the stage In a rage that will scare Zack Rocha Better get ya tanks before this wolf wars over History repeats itself, I'm a O.F. soldier
Rollin' in a golden Tacoma, the shit's stolen If that bitch tell on me, I'mma 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 gimmie 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 Long's 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 sisters 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 thats 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 thats 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 All associates can suck cock
[Verse 1: Pusha T] It’s the blackout, ‘rari got the back out Showing my black ass, engine in the glass house Started in the crack house, Obama went the back route Kill bin Laden, ‘nother four up in the black house Still got the Macs out, pull the mask down like a mascot Still trick with bitches, out with money or with ass shots G.O.O.D. had room for one more, I took the last spot Re-Up Gang, P the nigga, ‘Ye done hit the jackpot Whole ‘nother level, then you add fame That’s a whole ‘nother devil, legit drug dealer That’s a whole ‘nother bezel, the carbon Audemar That’s a whole ‘nother metal, but still keep it ghetto Behind the scenes, pull strings like Gepetto The gun blow steam, whistle like a tea kettle Runnin’ like the rebels, UNLV Sport shoe on a pedal, I let you niggas settle
[Hook] Trouble on my mind I got trouble on my mind Trouble on my mind So much trouble on my mind
[Verse 2: Tyler] Pharrell said “get ‘em”, so I got ‘em Tripped on Bristol Palin then I accidentally shot ‘em Then it ricocheted and killed the game, I’m a problem Cause I wanna fuck the world but not a fan of using condoms Pardon my French, I’m going hard as my dick When I envision my tip on the crust of bitch lips Mr. Lipschitz has been trippin’ Since I mentioned Reptar triceratops dinosaur dick I feel it in my gut to kill these muthafucks Is a must, like the arm of my pits You niggas coming shorter than a Bushwick Billy costume On sale during Christmas in Philly Um, well, not really, it’s getting kinda chilly Let’s hit a couple bars and give some bitches wet willies Soaked, getting jiggy with it in Bel-Air’s richest With a bag of pills, couple berries and a biscuit
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Tyler] I’m a fucking walking paradox And a really shitty rapper in my favorite pair of socks Ironed pair of dockers, two Glocks cocked screamin’, “West side!” With the speakers blastin’ a pair of Pacs Yonkers 10 milli, you’re silly Thinkin’ that this ‘preme wasn’t free, willy The feeling is neutral, the gang is youthful And fuckin’ tighter than Chad Hugo’s pupils, it’s Wolf Gang and the
[Pusha T] With the Re-Up’s a helluva buzz Rick James said cocaine’s a helluva drug Who else could put the hipsters with felons and thugs And paint a perfect picture of what sellin’ it does? This is for the critics, who doubted the chemistry Two different worlds, same symmetry And this black art, see the wizardry when you at the top Of your game, you make enemies, you’ll never finish me
[Verse 1: Pusha T] It’s the blackout, ‘rari got the back out Showing my black ass, engine in the glass house Started in the crack house, Obama went the back route Kill bin Laden, ‘nother four up in the black house Still got the Macs out, pull the mask down like a mascot Still trick with bitches, out with money or with ass shots G.O.O.D. had room for one more, I took the last spot Re-Up Gang, P the nigga, ‘Ye done hit the jackpot Whole ‘nother level, then you add fame That’s a whole ‘nother devil, legit drug dealer That’s a whole ‘nother bezel, the carbon Audemar That’s a whole ‘nother metal, but still keep it ghetto Behind the scenes, pull strings like Gepetto The gun blow steam, whistle like a tea kettle Runnin’ like the rebels, UNLV Sport shoe on a pedal, I let you niggas settle
[Hook] Trouble on my mind I got trouble on my mind Trouble on my mind So much trouble on my mind
[Verse 2: Tyler] Pharrell said “get ‘em”, so I got ‘em Tripped on Bristol Palin then I accidentally shot ‘em Then it ricocheted and killed the game, I’m a problem Cause I wanna fuck the world but not a fan of using condoms Pardon my French, I’m going hard as my dick When I envision my tip on the crust of bitch lips Mr. Lipschitz has been trippin’ Since I mentioned Reptar triceratops dinosaur dick I feel it in my gut to kill these muthafucks Is a must, like the arm of my pits You niggas coming shorter than a Bushwick Billy costume On sale during Christmas in Philly Um, well, not really, it’s getting kinda chilly Let’s hit a couple bars and give some bitches wet willies Soaked, getting jiggy with it in Bel-Air’s richest With a bag of pills, couple berries and a biscuit
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Tyler] I’m a fucking walking paradox And a really shitty rapper in my favorite pair of socks Ironed pair of dockers, two Glocks cocked screamin’, “West side!” With the speakers blastin’ a pair of Pacs Yonkers 10 milli, you’re silly Thinkin’ that this ‘preme wasn’t free, willy The feeling is neutral, the gang is youthful And fuckin’ tighter than Chad Hugo’s pupils, it’s Wolf Gang and the
[Pusha T] With the Re-Up’s a helluva buzz Rick James said cocaine’s a helluva drug Who else could put the hipsters with felons and thugs And paint a perfect picture of what sellin’ it does? This is for the critics, who doubted the chemistry Two different worlds, same symmetry And this black art, see the wizardry when you at the top Of your game, you make enemies, you’ll never finish me
