Sleep Freestyle

[Spoken Word: Tyler, The Creator] You on the internet and shit, and, uh... These motherfuckers be postin' videos and songs like: "Uh, oh, the-uh, this the motherfuckin' Blame It On The Throne Freestyle." Nigga, that wasn't a fuckin' freestyle, nigga You... pre-wrote that shit and just spit it on a fucking camera I don't really get why these motherfucking rappers is like... They-they don't wanna freestyle no more, it's like... We ain't got no more niggas that can really fuckin' spit off the top o' the dome So this nigga Left Brain gave me a fucking beat, alright? Um, I really liked this shit, I'mma just fucking freestyle on it And this nigga fuckin' Hodgy Beats, is- I don't know why the fuck he's in here but he just gonna fuckin' adlib So, uhhh... [Verse 1: Tyler, The Creator, (Hodgy)] (Whoa!) Yo, (Yo,) yo, (yeah,) yo, (yo) Your bitch pretty, she pretty, and now she screamin' Now I fill her up with semen, all she see is sea, man (Yo) Now you hear her voice, no pro-choice No Odd pro-abortion on this boat Bitch, calm down, down, Krusty The Clown makin' you laugh (Heh, yeah) Laugh, finger in your ass, now you like, "Woah, hold up" (Woah) "Mister, I don't know your name" Bitch, shut the fuck up, you are on a train, (Train) just to death Chop your body up and put it in a freezer, (Freezer) bleed her Before I kill her, fuck her just to please her, (Please her) no condom I just might disease her, and if that fuckin' happen, fuck it She'll be dead, chopped up in my motherfucking freezer (Whoo!) You can fuckin' get the vanilla, Minelli Liza, Aliza Here, you want a sample? Nigga, try it (Uh) Kinda like apprentice, nigga fire, I'm the dentist (Yeah) Niggas looking at me, hair nappy, here's a brush But she don't wanna rush, 'cause if I fucking bust Quick, she's gonna be pissed, but then I pull out Fuck, I can't have blue balls, so bitch start sucking my dick (Hehehe) And then she fucking lick (Yo) I bust up on her face (Uh) Now she looking like Michael Jackson Jackson (Haha!) Now I sound like Toni Braxton Deep voiced motherfucker, fuck, I had her sucking on my wrapper lollipop Like it's a sucker, motherfucker (Bitch!) [Verse 2: Tyler, The Creator] Back for round two, I found you You tryna run, but I found blue, yellows over there And the motherfucking field where The niggas wear colored pants, jerk, and pop pills I'm on the other side, where all the niggas ride, and niggas skate Where we take indy bitches with high GPAs up on a date Where niggas smoke blunts and sniff coke Where the motherfucking freestyles never wrote, or written, i'm livin' Niggas shittin' while i'm pissin' on they face, mace Here, you call the cops, here's my phone, I'll catch a case But I got a good lawyer, so my fucking record erase Just like a fucking pencil, I'm mental Left Brain laced this instrumental with some shit that’s so illegal That he gon' have to go and fly overseas like an eagle in the winter December, Imba, Limpa Kick him in the leg, now he limpa, IMPA Niggas rollin round, Nipsey Hussle in the Impala Lookin at me while I style on ya, oh You mad cause I’m styling on you? Plus the call is on me? 4-5in' on em, nollie tricks on ya bitch Girl-boy lookin clean 'cause You already know my hat green, and that shit staying Supreme, uh You can’t fuck with it, you little H-B You hate me, A-C, L-B, H-B C-V, Super 3 and brandUn DeShay With my nigga Domo the Gene’says, you Hate on that O-F, that’s the best letter in the world And I'm better better, than your better girl She the best I’ve ever had, I- *cough cough* Asthma- *cough* Fuck it, I’m coughin' This the re-free- *cough cough* Oh, shit *cough cough* I’m bout to hit it back *cough* I said, this the re-freestyle, no written I spit all my shit from the dome, home like a motherfucker Nigga leavin his college, for good, in the Hood I’m from Ladera, not from Inglewood Hawthorne couple times, go the city where I be Even up in Hollywood, you could find me I’m not a fucking cliche, E-Shay, E, A Oh, fuck it, I’m over it, I got work tomorrow Left Brain let me get a beat to borrow Just so I could spit the shit quick, bitches with some big lips Yeah she got some big lips, a nice small tongue For this oversized big dick, size 12 in the shoe 32 in the jeans, skinny as fuck Motherfucking T-shirt a 2X, yes And you could ask anybody here that’s daily Bitches feel me, fucking iPods wanna play me Ask me why I cuss so much, fuck, shit, cunt and dick Now shut the fuck up, bitch, eat a fucking dick in a blanket I be on that stank shit Fuck everybody here, what the fuck I look like thankin'? [Outro: Tyler, The Creator, (Left Brain)] Oh, shit, the beat ended, fuck (It's over) Left Brai-!