Simon Says Freestyle

[Verse 1: Young Gunshot]

Uh, going H.A.M

I can't afford it, so I'm eating Spam

Watching Rob Van Dam

What the fuck? Sam I Am

With the green eggs and ham, nigga I'm crazy

Come through, listening to some old-school Jay-Z

In a bucket

Come through with a bucket on like, "fuck it"

Looking like Fredrick Douglass

With the lil' cut in my hair, you don't even know

I come through, pigeon-toed

Come through with a different ho

I don't even know, don't ask questions

Come through, I don't ask no one for suggestions

Cause I'm depressed

I come through...

[Verse 2: Tyler, The Creator]

They know I'm the best here

Shit get more wavy than my fucking chest hair

What y'all mean?

Y'all niggas fishy like sardines

Oily as fuck, you see the ice on

My neck, it's shiny as fuck, like the sun

Just got buttfucked by a truck with a bunch

Of lights in it, I fucked your white women

Y'all niggas don't want to do this

To me tonight cause I got a knife

I stab any nigga in his esophagus

You don't want no problem, bitch

Oh, you gon' call the police? Well, give me your phone

I'mma use your anytime minutes, dial my home number

310, 310, 310

Mom, open the door

I'mma come in, make a bowl of ravioli

Walk out, get in a car, drive somewhere else

You don't believe me, nigga?

Come see me, nigga, come D me, nigga

[Outro: Tyler, The Creator]

Wait, I was about to say the alphabet!

You wouldn't let me finish!