Tyler The Creator
Seven
I'd tell him to eat a dick quicker than Mexicans sprint over bordersI give a fuck like a quarter with twenty centsAt Hamptons with Fred Hampton relaxin' at Happy CamperIt's the fuckin' financial aid at Hamptons wasn't relaxin', I'm taxin'"Fuck 'em all!" I'm chantin', don't complain I'm just rantin'Fuck ranking, I'm the best, I'm the champion's chariotI'm a liar like Carrey in "Liar, Liar"I'm dirtier than the sheets in the Marriott, Cable guy like LarryPeter Pan in my youth, fucking fairiesI'm using my tooth bait to get that bitches teeth pasteFuck it, Odd Future some nazis, black nazis don't copyWe perfect, you sloppy, huddled and slightly tackyFuck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchetScrew you like a black teen on Judge Hatchett(?) and jaguars, drug dealers and crackersAble students and slackersI'm backwards like Jermaine Dupri in '93Escaping from concentration camps with a fucking girl born in a rampThat I ordered from CCS with some diamonds that's VVSLike I went to Sierra Leone in a homecoming dressWith some matching pink panties, lipstick from my grannySup on my hat like that motherfucker FrannieLetras de cancionesWhite, red-headed bitch reminded me of AnnieShe dyno like my state of mind, so yeah she understand meFuck you bunches here, never disrespect my familyThat's for my little brother, sister, cousin and my auntieWasted fuckin' youth? All you old niggas antiquesWe go skate, rape sluts and eat donuts from RandyBitches like Tia Landry watching Billy and MandyMotherfuckers wanna be Odd but you can't beSit the fuck down all you old niggas stand me, faggot[Verse 2]I guess I gotta be a fuckin' hand-me-down rapperFrom Los Angee area anytime I'm fuckin' landingFuck 2DopeBoyz and NahRight, shout out to Hype TrackThem motherfuckers could never get rid of meGuess I gotta do a fucking song with Dom KennedyGet these fuckin' hip hop bloggers to start feelin' meBecause I'm seventeen, compose my own beatsLyrically I'm dope enough to ass-fuck the dude who made nicotineMaybe I should buy some Hundreds, wear some fuckin' skinny jeansAnd follow in your footsteps like a motherfuckin' millipedeCentipede, make songs about Gucci and cigaweedJerk with my friends like it's some motherfuckin' little leagueNo I ain't no fucking hipster, misterNo I'm not no fucking Kid Cudi, all my fucking fans love meCollaboration hits for fans screaming fuck buddies, yo, yo[Verse 3]I'm drivin' in a stolen truck, and I'm probably fuckin' drunkWasted as fuck, can't walk it out, DJ UnkMy 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 vanish, I'll manageHop off my dick and make a fucking sandwitchEverybody listening can suck my dick in SpanishFuck you, faggot (Fuckin' Bastard)[Outro]Yeah, um, as you can probably tell from listening to this recordI was, I was probably angry, probably on my periodBut um, I didn't mean to offend anyone, alright, I'm lying, OF
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