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from Tyler, The Creator 2집 - Goblin (2011)
Wolf Haley, Golf Wang
[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 |
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from Tyler, The Creator 2집 - Goblin (2011)
[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 |
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from Pusha T - Trouble On My Mind [single] (2011)
[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 [Hook] |
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from Pusha T - Trouble On My Mind [single] (2011)
[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 [Hook] |
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from Tyler, The Creator 2집 - Goblin (2011)
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 |
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from Tyler, The Creator 2집 - Goblin (2011)
[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 |
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from Tyler, The Creator 2집 - Goblin (2011)
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 |
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from Tyler, The Creator 2집 - Goblin (2011)
(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 (Hook) (Bridge) |
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| from Tyler, The Creator - Sandwitches [digital single] (2011) | |||||
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from Tyler, The Creator 2집 - Goblin (2011)
[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 |
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| from Odd Future 1집 - The OF Tape Vol. 2 (2012) | |||||
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| from Tyler, The Creator - Wolf (Standard Digital) (2013) | |||||
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| from Casey Veggies - Live & Grow (2015) | |||||
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| from Odd Future - Rella (Feat. Hodgy Beats, Domo Genesis & Tyler, The Creator) [single] (2012) | |||||
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from Tyler, The Creator 2집 - Goblin (2011)
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 |
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| from Tyler, The Creator, A$AP Rocky - Potato Salad [digital single] (2018) | |||||
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| from Odd Future 1집 - The OF Tape Vol. 2 (2012) | |||||
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| from Tyler, The Creator - OKRA [digital single] (2018) | |||||
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| from Odd Future - NY (Ned Flander) (Feat. Hodgy Beats & Tyler, The Creator) [single] (2012) | |||||
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from Tyler, The Creator 2집 - Goblin (2011)
[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 |
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