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[Intro: Tyler, The Creator] It's the fucking– Aaah! Yell, I came too hard on it I came way too hard on that I'ma be scaring kids and shit Lemme, lemme tone that down, I’m sorry [Verse 1: Tyler, The Creator] It's the fucking general, Vans, cut shorts Neck covered in colored emeralds, the yellow by the blue Look like I pissed inside your swimming pool, I'm Mr. Made-A-Bundle Fuck being a rapper and lyrical, here's a ticket to carnival Barnacles! Now, I gotta brag Bimmer drive right bi you niggas like I was kinda fag With a paint job that's flatter than Miley Cyrus' ass Ludicrous niggas is hoping that rapper Tyler crash I see a victim, call the fucking doctors I'm starting to see symptoms, faggot getting sick again Fucker get a syringe and a prayer from all your friends That are actors that do not have to pretend with me if they see blood Cuz, red and blue like what the fuck's popping? I'm the blackface with white America, a noose in my pocket Everyone's dumb or either dead, so you do not have an option So I'm sorry, Martian, and activist I'm 'bout to tie knots with And ain't no one gon' stop shit, I'd rather find my pops Locking lips with a hot locksmith, find out I was adopted By chimps and a hippopotamus, Tyler's a fucking animal When he spit, he goes ape shit, so it technically makes sense [Interlude: Hodgy] Nigga, H [Verse 2: Hodgy] Nobody ever told me that I spill more than I drink I didn’t know that, I didn’t know that I didn’t know Al-Anon meetings meeting and greeting boy fickle Cucumber turn pickle, nigga, nickel by my cellular sickle Exchange phrases from heroin addicts pistol arms Niggas go to the drug dealer like Bristol farm, when it get it, it's gone Seated next to Chunky's hands fidget marmoset monkeys This ain’t where I’m supposed to be at, how am I supposed to react When somebody here test my nervous, I’m clean and sober And still got a lot on my mind that I’m getting over only getting older Snow and slush is colder, love don’t get you on the bus Free rides are in the Rover where teardrops wet on my shoulder Started hitting bars whiskey style shit You know a young nigga always finding new outlets Mentally I’m just crowded, but shit I guess it’s time to change my outfit [Verse 3: Domo Genesis] Live from the gutter, young stunner trumps what you niggas blundered I uppercut 'em by the bundle, nigga take a number I'm bout my butter, never let them suckers take me under Cold like I hate the summer? You ungrateful son of a bitch I gave less a fuck and I struck it rich, suck my dick Tell the world that I’m coming, don’t fucking spit Bump your lips, guess you really ain’t sure who you fucking with You won’t find me on no office shit I’m semi-auto off this shit My whole approach is arsonic no party be cautious With my partners on some raunchy shit, you better use your conscience quick I swear my whole demeanor all fucked up Shitting everywhere like I had a meal off the lunch truck Dumb fuck come one one it and get your mug bucked Love what? No love for these hoes we only love lust Inhale that marijuana until my lungs bust Still out for blood when the suns up [Verse 4: Earl Sweatshirt] Fuck what you been talking 'bout, nigga, got a toddler reputation Just from chalking out niggas and bagging 'em up Dickies baggy, sagging off my ass, abandoned the cuffs And Wang syndicates the color of the ambulance trucks Blunt got a nigga feeling like I'm standing on my head Wolf pack back up out the shed, foaming at the mouth Got these bitches lip-locking, britches soggy on the couch Talking shit, bringing profit in and bodies in to count I told myself just to walk and let the rumours run Blue golf overalls, jump when them Goombas come This the fucking sound of chickens coming home and roosting up The rudest one, make a nigga take a nigga jewels and run Hand full of cash, other hand full of homes to feed Who exactly am I supposed to please? And nigga, who the fuck you supposed to be? Four-five traffic blasting Tyler pissy cause I'm ashing on his momma Rover seat Beeline to the substance, impair the judgment Sticking to the script, thumb sticking to that pump grip Wolf Gang, nigga