Super Market

[Intro: Syd]

Hi, welcome to Fuckey Foods. Umm, this lane is open if, if you need, if you to check out. Uhh, you're buying uh, donuts and a pack of Diet Pepsi? Sweet, okay makes sense

[Tyler]

In this fucking line at Ralph's buying granola bars

Left my member's card

And now this shit gon' have an extra charge

This old bitch in front of me buying a color printer

TV dinners, tampons, soy milk, paint thinner

[Domo]

So here I am at the store for some chips

That I'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

And I'm still high, so I'm tryna dip

But I'mma cut through the line to get outta this bitch

[Tyler]

What the fuck, who the fuck's this gay nigga in fake Gucci?

Jordan numbers, whatever, wood chain with a Jesus

Hey you, what the fuck you think you doing?

[Domo]

Nigga, fuck you, I'm just eating Ruffles and gotta lotta stuff, fool

So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face

[Tyler]

Don't make me shoot up this place with lightsabers and guns

And shoot caps at kneecaps to make it harder to run

And put your ankles in some boards and pissy water for fun, ugh

[Domo]

Nigga, I'm a samurai, cut your skinny ass in half

Look up at the aftermath, blow some fucking hash and laugh

[Tyler]

I'm a fucking ninja and a jedi and I'm from Compton

Better pick a better option 'fore these Nikes get to stomping

Chomping at your oxygen cords, you fat fake Kenan Thompson

Like a virgin, cherry faggot, we could get it poppin'

[Domo]

I bet you lock and drop it, faggot bitch, you ain't from Compton

Dumbo ears, you Mary Poppins, with the piece that Kel was rockin

I will fucking beat your ass, box logos through the glass

I'll hit you hooky like you skipping class, Lee would get the math

[Tyler]

Oh, really? You're silly giving tip drills to Nelly

Get them Ruffles no Lays cause Kiara might kill me

Aw, fuck this! I'm grabbing two kitchen knives

And stabbing this Ice Cube look-a-like

To show you a nigga with attitude

[Domo]

Wait, I heard about you from that other nigga Earl

How you traveled to Milan and now it only likes girls

I'll roundhouse you into a fucking basket

Push you into an old lady bagging plastic

Hope you get the message, I will stomp you into potholes

And fill you up with shells, but you're used to eating tacos

[Tyler]

Oh, a Taco joke?

Domo smoke, I heard your album

Sound like some shit a fake Wiz Khalifa poppa wrote

I'm insulted, shit, damn, somebody grab the Charmin

Never mind these messages, Monica her nigga arming

[Domo]

Swift-made switch blades made a big incision in him

Red dot his forehead ‘cause Riley's into Hinduism

And hipsters who happen to be your listeners

Doobies roll your booty, ho, Alexis know the truthy, bro

[Tyler]

Oh, a Lexus? I drive all that around

The western hemisphere like all of Kiara's exes

And bet this, I'm a mothafuckin' monster

Fuck talking, I'll stab you with this fucking rocket launcher

[Domo]

When I cock the beam back, I'm aiming for Supreme hats

Go to Hell, I mean that, burn you like greenbacks

[Tyler]

You don't mean that, you faggot, I'll get your back

And I'll snap it, and strangle you with that fucking leather jacket

Fall, bitch, give me everything, I'm taking all this

And fleeing the scene on Rufus, my evil walrus, bitch

Fuck you, I'm out

[Domo]

I'm high as fuck and I didn't call for all this

I'mma get on my zombie shit, wait, here's my carcass

[Outro: Syd]

Sir... sir... sir, in the green hat, sir. You... you... you have to pay for that. You have to, the Arizonas, you have to pay for those. I fucking hate this job... Fuck, clean up on aisle six