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[Verse 1: Tyler, The Creator] It’s the fucking general, Vans cut shorts Neck covered in colored emerald, the yellow by the blue Like I pissed inside your swimming pool, I’m Mr. Made-A-Bundle Fuck being rapper and lyrical, here’s a ticket to carnival Barnacles, now I gotta brag Beemer drive right by you niggas like I was kinda fat With a paint job thats flatter than Miley Cyrus ass Ludicrous niggas is hoping that rapper Tyler crash I see a victim, call the fucking doctors I’m starting to see symptoms, faggot getting sick again Fucker get a syringe and a prayer from all your friends That are actors that do not have to pretend with me if they see blood Cuz, red and blue like what the fuck’s popping? I’m the blackface of white America, a noose in my pocket Everyone’s dumb or either dead, so you do not have an option So I’m sorry Martian and activist I’m bout to tie knots with And ain’t no one gonna stop shit, I wanna find my pops Locking lips with a hot locksmith, find out I was adopted By chimps and a hippopotamus, Tyler’s a fucking animal When he spit, he goes ape shit, so it technically makes sense [Verse 2: Hodgy Beats] Nobody ever told me that I spill more than I drink I didn’t know that, I didn’t know that I didn’t know Allen meeting and greeting boy fickle Letras de cancionesCucumber turn pickle, nigga, nickel by my cellular sickle Exchange phrases from heroin addicts pistol arms Niggas go to the drug dealer like bristol farm when it get it its gone Seated next to Chunky’s  hands fidget marmoset monkeys  This ain’t where I’m supposed to be at  How am I supposed to react when somebody here test my nervous  I’m clean and sober and still got a lot on my mind that I’m getting over  only getting older  snow and slush is colder  Love don’t get you on the bus free rides are in the Rover  Where tear drops wet on my shoulder  Started hitting bars  whiskey style shit  You know a young nigga always finding new outlets  Mentally I’m just crowded,but shit I guess it’s time to change my outfit [Verse 3: Domo Genesis] Live from the gutter  young stunner  Trumps what you niggas blundered  I uppercut by the bundle  Nigga take a number  By my butter nNever let them suckers take me under  Cold like I hate the summer ? you ungrateful son of a bitch  I gave less a fuck and I struck it rich,  suck my dick  Tell the world that I’m coming, don’t fucking spit  Bump your lips , guess you really ain’t sure who you fucking with  You won’t find me on no office shit  I’m semi auto off this shit My whole approach is arsonic no party be cautious with  my partners on some raunchy shit  You better use your conscious quick  I swear my whole demeanor all fucked up  Shitting everywhere like I had a meal off the lunch truck  Dumb fuck  come one one it and get your mug bucked  Love what?  No love for these hoes we only love lust  Inhale that marijuana until my lungs bust  Still out for blood when the suns up [Verse 4: Earl Sweatshirt] Fuck what you talking ’bout, nigga, got a Tyler reputation Just from chalking out niggas and bagging ‘em up Dickies baggy, sagging off my ass, abandoned the cuffs And Wang syndicates the color of the ambulance trucks Blunt got a nigga feeling like I’m standing on my head Wolf pack back up out the shit, foaming at the mouth Got these bitches lip-locking, britches soggy on the couch Talking shit, bringing profit in and bodies in to count I told myself just to walk and let the rumours run Blue golf overalls, jump when them Goombas come This the fucking sound of chickens coming home and roosting up The rudest one, make a nigga take a nigga jewels and run Hand full of cash, other hand full of homes to feed Who exactly am I supposed to please? And nigga, who the fuck you supposed to be? Four-five traffic blasting Tyler pissy cause I’m action on his momma Rover seat He lied to the substance, impair the judgement Sticking to the script, thumb sticking to that pump grip Wolf Gang nigga From Letras Mania