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[Intro]

Broke dick, I'm looking for a drug lord

[Verse 1: Hodgy]

Okay, welcome to my 12 bar (One, um..)

The beat, wears it like a kevlar

As I smoke my tree, medlar, South African

Coughing 'til there's pains in my fucking abdomen

I spit negative just like a halogen

My breeze more of a fucking masculine

The rascals win, killing 'em off with a javelin

Snakes, I'm just rattling, suit tailor never tattling

You niggas a bunch of squares, Madison

As far as real niggas, bitch nigga my battle's sick

On top of being talented, bitch I'm fucking passionate

I'm a golden curse, call me treacherous, treasure chest

Better yet, I'll build on to the beat like tetris

Remember me forgetfulness? I am your correctionist

I stitched Odd and Future together like a leather vest

You fucking sweater neck, feather peck, Rosetta checks

I put together decks and push for beef, if hefferless

I'm headed out to Sydney Australia with Tim Donnelly

He gets caught up at security, the TSA don't follow me

Tea parties are the shit, forty mags by the scones

I'm fighting for gun rights to shoot a nigga in his dome

Click your fucking heels, there's no place like home

Cock back and blast off written on the tombstone, ain't that a bitch

[Interlude: Hodgy]

That wasn't a 12 bar (Tyler, what's up, nigga?)

I can't count (What's wrong?)

(Tyler what's wrong man?)

[Verse 2: Tyler, The Creator]

Let's see, what's wrong with me?

Might be my fucking Tourette's, see?

I need a vacation cause all this shit got me stressing

So after the showers with Sandusky

Me and Sean Kingston went and rented a couple jet skis

Lionel rolled the blunts up, so meanwhile

Me and Lucas getting fucked up

You can smell us coming like a faggot when he hicks up

Listening to Common's last album to get pumped up

To finally ask *censored* when I can get my dick sucked

You know Casey Anthony, was handling

Dropping her kids off so she could come out and dance with me

Wine in the pantry, wrestling on my trampoline

Learned some new chords while you uncreatives were sampling

I'm Wolf, I spit flow retardedly

As retarded as the sound of deaf people arguing

You hold the future of the kid you daughter's gargling

Me, I have the Odd Future mothafuckin' sergeanting

(Ok, Tyler, calm the fuck down, man) No, I'm the fuck now

My poppa didn't give one, that's why I'm like this now

I'm still down to cut throat and if another fan asks

For a fucking photo while I'm snacking on my pizza lunchable

I'm 'a fucking snap like Berman when he acts right

Then have a mental breakdown and proceed to use a crack pipe (No, don't do that!)

OF will be done for, niggas will be dumb poor

Don't believe me, ok be right back, I'm headed to the gun store

M-16's and them 6 teens came out of nowhere

Like your kid's wet dream, what you mean old news

Oh you really need us to fucking show you

Why we're harder than findin a fuckin Snicker bar in Whole Foods

In a black hoodie, nose bruised and a gold tooth

Hoping the fuckin' security guard doesn't hold you in custody

But luckily had a couple of guns with me

Like gay step moms, none of you mothafuckas can fuck with me

[Outro]

Vete a la casa de tu mama

No mas andan aqui con sus babosadas

Que Odd Future ni que Odd Future

Yo no se que es eso, idiotas

Que chingados es Odd Future

Golf Wang, Golf Tyler? A mi me vale madre

Ja.. y mira esa ropa

Parecen una bola de payasos mugrosos!

Por favor!