Tyler, The Creator [OFWGKTA 리더]

[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

[Outro]
Swag, swag, punch a bitch

[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

(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)

[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

[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

(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...

(It's this girl...)

[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

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

[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: 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)

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

[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

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

[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

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

[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]

[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]